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HURST & CO., Inc. 




This series tells the adventures of Jim, Joe, and 
Tom Darlington, first in their camp wagon as they 
follow the trail to the great West in the early days. 
. They are real American boys, resourceful, humorous, 
and — but you must meet them. You will find them 
interesting company. They meet with thrilling ad- 
ventures and encounters, and stirring incidents are 
the rule, not exception. 

Historically, these books present a true picture of 
a period in our history as important as it was pictur- 
esque, when the nation set its face toward this vast 
unknown West, and conquered it. 

i. Frontier Boys on Overland Trail 

2. Frontier Boys in Colorado 

3. Frontier Boys in the Rockies 

4. Frontier Boys in the Grand Canyon 

5. Frontier Boys in Mexico 

6. Frontier Boys on the Coast 

7. Frontier Boys in Hawaii 

8. Frontier Boys in the Sierras 

9. Frontier Boys in the Saddle 

10. Frontier Boys in Frisco. 

11. Frontier Boys in the South Seas 

Illustrated, 12mo, Cloth 
Price 'per Volume, 50 Cents 

Copyright. 1912, by 
The Platt & Peck Co. 


Chapter. Page, 

I. An Encounter 9 

II. A Conference 16 

III. Picking up the Ends ... 26 

IV. Buffeted . . . . . . .30 

V. Wherein are Several Surprises 42 

VI. The Professor's Story ... 48 

VII. The Storm King .... 63 

VIII. The Journey Begun .... 72 

IX. A Plot 87 

X. At San Matteo Bay . . .94 

XL On Board the Sea Eagle . . 108 

XII. Treachery 115 

XIII. An Adventure 129 

XIV. The Pursuit 143 

XV. The Chart 152 

XVI. The Island of Bohoola ... 162 
XVII. The Hurricane 167 

XVIII. A Mysterious Happening . . 177 

XIX. The Cave 180 

XX. Another Adventure . . . 197 

XXI. The Capture ..207 

XXII. The .Search 212 

XXIII. The Chief of Rarihue . . . 224 

XXIV. On Board the Marjorie . . 236 
XXV. Conclusion 245 





Juarez was sleepy, very sleepy. He had been 
traveling on a railroad train for several days, 
and while ordinarily he could adapt himself to 
circumstances, traveling by car instead of having 
a soothing influence as it does with some, seemed 
to .keep him awake. He was thoroughly tired 
out, and was standing, just now, when our story 
opens, on dark and lonesome dock in San 

He was awaiting the return of Jo and Tom 
Darlington, his comrades in many trying and 
nerVe-racking ventures, and he did not observe, 
or at least he did not give heed to a single, tall, 
sturdy figure quietly approaching him from the 
back, but keeping the while in the shelter of the 
warehouse roof which cast a heavy shadow upon 
the floor of the dock. 

Juarez, as we have said, was sleepy, so sleepy 


that it seemed to him that the most desirable 
thing in the world would be to lie down upon the 
rough and knotty planks upon which he was 
standing and give himself up to the drowsiness 
which was overpowering him. 

For the time he had entirely forgotten Jo's 
last admonition : 

"Remember, Captain Bill Broome is in town, 
and he'll sure get you if you don't watch out" 

He had smiled grimly at the warning, visions 
of some of his experiences with the redoubtable 
captain passing through his mind, but he had in 
no other way shown any evidence that the words 
of Jo had made any impression upon him. Never- 
theless he had mentally promised himself to be 
on his guard, but the sleepy spell that he could 
not shake off put old Bill Broome and everything 
else out of his mind. 

Beside, how could the captain know that he 
was in town ? It would seem that if he, the cap- 
tain, knew anything at all about the whereabouts 
of the boys, he would place them, Jo and Tom 
in New York, and Juarez in Kansas, for they had 
arrived in San Francisco only a few hours before 
and their visit too a most unexpected one. 

Juarez, the reader should know, was a youth of 


eighteen, and although the son of American par- 
ents, he had been stolen by Indians when a child 
and had been brought up by them. He and his 
sister had been rescued by Jo, Tom and their elder 
brother Jim. 

He had many of the traits and habits peculiar 
to the wild life he had led so long, and ordinarily 
could be depended upon to be watchful and alert. 
But to-night, after the long railroad journey, 
he found himself in a large city where safety 
was seemingly assured. With the insistent desire 
for sleep he relaxed his vigilance, and was only 
recalled to wakefulness and a recognition of his 
surroundings when he felt himself suddenly 
seized and his arms pinned fast to the rough wall 
of the building against which he had been care- 
lessly leaning. 

We have made some mention of the early life 
of his comrades, the Frontier Boys, and the reader 
will likely wish to know more about them. Jo 
and Tom were twins; however, the former was 
the most active and go-ahead, but the real leader 
in their adventures was James, the elder brother. 
It would be difficult to find anywhere a finer speci- 
men of young manhood than James, better known 
among his friends as Jim Darlington. 


Tall, rather slender in build, but well propor- 
tioned, with muscles as hard and strong as though 
they were wrought of steel, he had the strength 
and quickness of a catamount, and was afraid 
of nothing, but even more than this, he was 
manly, honest, resourceful, and to be depended 
upon to the last. He was not exactly handsome, 
but the self-reliant way in which he carried him- 
self made him conspicuous even in a crowd. With 
it all he was in no way assertive or aggressive, 
but calmly ready to meet whatever might happen 
to come whether it were good or ill. 

From his home town in New York State, Jim 
had been suddenly called to the Far West to look 
after his yacht, the Sea Eagle, -an ocean going 
boat equipped for propelling power with sail and 
engine. He had bought the boat fairly enough, 
but on enforced conditions, which Captain Bill 
Broome, the former owner, had recently found 
a way to override, illegally, of course, but he was 
in possession, which is generally said to be nine 
points of the law. 

Juarez had; known nothing of the Sea Eagle 
complication, but one day a stranger had come 
to the Kansas Town where he lived, enquired 
for him and had promptly laid before the youth 


a proposition to join in a venture to search for 
lost treasures in the South Seas. The professor, 
for so he introduced himself, had all the needed 
funds for the venture, but lacked experienced 
assistants. He wanted them not only with experi- 
ence, but honest as well, for naturally, if success 
attended his efforts, and the sought for treasure 
was found it would prove an ever present tempta- 
tion to an unruly crew, or one disposed to evil. 

Juarez had accepted the offer as soon as made. 
The quiet life of the farm, and even the occasional 
visits to the small, nearby country town were dull 
indeed. To one of his active nature' this life was 
very monotonous. He had promptly wired, at 
the professor's request, to James Darlington, and 
Jo, receiving the message in his brother's absence, 
had, after consulting Tom, wired acceptance of 
the very liberal offer made. 

So it had come about that Jim being in San 
Francisco on one mission, his brothers and their 
friend had arrived to take part in another enter- 

Reaching San Francisco, effort had been made 
by the three boys to locate Jim, but so far unsuc- 
cessfullv. The reader of the "Frontier Boys in 


Frisco" is fully conversant of the episode which 
had taxed Jim's time and attention. 

The boys had arranged to sleep aboard the 
professor's boat, and Juarez was awaiting the 
return of Jo and Tom, who had gone upon some 

Juarez, thus suddenly awakened, struggled 
vainly but furiously for a few moments to break 
the iron grasp that held him as in a vice. Then, 
with Indian cunning he apparently gave up the 
attempt and ceased to struggle, but resolved to 
renew his efforts at the first opportunity that 

He had been taken so unaware that he had 
no chance to see who it was that had stolen upon 
him from the back, seized him, and held him with 
his face to the wall of the building against which 
he had been leaning. 

"Ho!" cried a gruff voice, "I have got you at 

"It looks that way," admitted Juarez. "Who 
are you and what do you want?" 

"You," replied the other. 

"What do you want with me?" went on Juarez. 

"That you will soon find out," was the reply, 
with just a suspicion of exultant laughter in the 


tone of the speaker, at the same time relaxing 
his hold a little. 

With the quickness of a panther, Juarez, as he 
felt the other's hold relax, slipped from his grasp, 
and whirling about seized his opponent in turn 
and a moment later the two were rolling and 
tumbling about on the floor of the dock. They 
were so equally matched in strength that it 
seemed only by chance or through some lucky 
turn in his favor that either would be able to 
overcome the other. 



Jim Darlington and John Berwick, the latter 
the once time engineer of the Sea Eagle, were on 
the morning on which our story opened, after an 
early breakfast, seated in a secluded part of the 
rotunda of the Commercial Hotel, where, safe 
from possible eavesdroppers, they were discuss- 
ing the events of the previous day. 

"Well, Jim," asked Berwick, "what comes 

"I don't know," answered Jim. "I am just 
trying to think it out." 

"Well, I hope your mind is in better condition 
than mine," returned Berwick, "I don't seem to 
see any way out." 

"Then, we must make one." 

"I confess it's too much for me," went on Ber- 
wick, sitting back resignedly. "That old ras- 
cal of a Bill Broome seems to have made 
a clean sweep of it this time. He's got 



the young senorita safe in his clutches on the 
Sea Eagle, and with that sister for a jailer, as 
far as I can see he will sail away with her and 
we can sit here and chew our thumbs for all we 
can do." 

Berwick was referring to his own and Jim's 
experiences as related in a previous book, the 
"Frontier Boys in Frisco." 

"I am not so sure of that," exclaimed Jim, shut- 
ting his teeth down with a snap. "I am not , 
through with that old pirate yet." 

"I'm with you there, Jim," agreed Berwick. 
"I owe him something on my own account, but 
I don't see any prospect of an immediate pay- 

"If we only knew which way he was going." 

"That's a pretty big if," said Berwick. 

"Maybe not as big as it looks," returned Jim. 
"At any rate, I mean to find out." 

"How are you going to do that?" 

"I don't know yet, but I mean to find a way." 

"I think you will, Jim. Have you no plan 
in view?" 

"None, except to get a boat and follow him. 
I'd give half a fortune if I only had Jo and Tom 


"And Juarez," put in Berwick. 

"And Juarez, of course." 

"Why not telegraph for them? It would only 
take a week for them to come?" 

"I'm afraid Broome would not wait for them 
to get here," answered Jim with a smile. "What- 
ever we do has got to be done quick." 

"I wonder what he is going to do with the 
senorita, anyway," went on Berwick. 

"Hold her for a ransom, I suppose," answered 
Jim. "I've got it!" he cried, spring to his feet. 
"Come on." 

"What now?" demanded Berwick. 

"It's all right," replied Jim, "I'll explain as 
we go along." 

"Glad of it," responded Berwick, "but I'm 
blessed if I see it." 

"Why, you see," began Jim, but as he spoke a 
bellboy with a yellow envelope in his hand came 
up to him. 

"Telegraph for yo, sah," he said, handing the 
envelope to Jim. 

"For me!" exclaimed Jim in surprise. 

"Yes, sah," replied the boy. "Just done come." 

Tearing open the envelope, Jim read the mes- 
sage with an exclamation of surprised wonder. 


"No bad news, I hope," interposed Berwick. 

"On the contrary, it's more than good. Just 
what I was a moment ago wishing for," replied 
Jim, handing him the slip. "What do you think 
of that? Jo and Tom are actually on their way 
here. Why, and for what purpose I don't know, 
but so it is." 

"Of all things!" ejaculated Berwick. "What 
can it mean?" 

'That luck is with us," said Jim. "We will 
get the Sea Eagle back yet." 

"I hope so," replied the engineer, dubiously, 

"Now, John, don't be bringing in any buts," 
retorted Jim. "Don't you believe we can dot it?" 

"Haven't any doubt of it," returned Berwick, 
laughing heartily at Jim's impetuous speech. "I 
was only going to say that Broome is a pretty 
tough customer." 

"We won't quarrel about that," admitted Jim, 
with a grin. "He is about the toughest proposi- 
tion we have been up against." 

"Have you any plan in mind," went on Ber- 

"I think the first thing to do," answered Jim, 


"is to go and see Senor de Cordova and learn 
what he has heard of the senorita." 

"Why do you think he has heard anything?" 

"If Broome is holding her for a ransom, as 
we believe, he will send word to her father as to 
when and where to send the money." 

"That seems reasonable," agreed Berwick. 

"I propose to be there, and have a hand in the 

"Oh, you do! And how do you propose to 
get there?" 

"Can't say yet until I know the when and 
where of it. It will probably be in some secluded 
place where they will expect to be safe from 
attack, which will suit us all the better, as we 
will give them a surprise. If we can't do any 
better we will follow them." 

"Going to swim after them?" 

"It isn't as bad as that," laughed Jim. "I think 
we will be able to pick up a boat somewhere that 
will serve us. The first thing to do is to find 
out where they are going." 

"That does seem to be advisable," returned 
Berwick, "if we expect to be there." 

"Now, don't be sarcastic, old chap," replied 
Jim, good-naturedly. "You know what I mean. 


Of course, all our plans must be based on that." 

"All right, Jim," agreed Berwick, "but how do 
you propose to get that information?" 

"Ask Senor de Cordova." 

"Don't believe he will tell you," said Berwick 

"Why not?" 

"Well, if he has had word from Broome, he 
has probably been warned not to say anything 
about it." 

"I hadn't thought of that," admitted Jim, "but 
still I think he will tell us. It fairly makes me 
wild when I think of that girl in the hands of 
those ruffians." 

Jim clenched his hands as he vowed to himself 
that it would go hard with them if any harm came 
to her. 

"Same here," responded Berwick heartily. 

Jim was pondering deeply, and sat gazing 
through the windows. 

"Do you know where to find the Senor?" Ber- 
wick went on a few minutes later. 

"I suppose he is stopping at the Palace. That 
is where we saw them the other day." 

A few minutes walk brought them to the hotel, 
where, on inquiry, they learned that the Senor 


had been stopping there, but that he had gon< 
away that morning. 

"No, he did not say where he was going," the 
clerk informed them. "He went away on horse- 
back and his man on another mount." 

"Then he will probably return to-day?" sug- 
gested Jim. 

"Who knows?" the clerk answered with a shrug 
of his shoulders. "No, he did not say where he 
was going or when he would be back. No, he 
hasn't given up his room. If it is anything of 
importance about which you wish to see the 
Senor, you might interview his lawyer, Mr. Rey- 
nolds at No. 10 Court street, who, perhaps might 
know where he has gone." 

"Were they his own horses?" went on Jim. 

"Couldn't say," replied the clerk. "Perhaps 
the porter can tell you. He went for the horses, 
I believe. Here, Pedro," calling the porter, who 
was standing nearby, "you got the horses for the 
Senor this morning, didn't you?" 

"Si, Senor," answered the porter, a swarthy 

"Where did they come from?" asked Jim. 

"From Ross and McLanes," replied the porter. 
"The Senor told me to tell them to send around 


the best horses they had in the stable, no matter 
what they cost. They were mucho hermosa, very 
handsome. He paid for them right down. Never 
questioned the price." 

"Sorry I can't give you more information," 
added the clerk, "but I think if you want to find 
the Senor, you had better see Mr. Reynolds. 

"Thank you," replied Jim. "We will go 

"Hem!" commented Berwick when they were 
on the street again. "We didn't find out very 

"I don't know," answered Jim. "At least we 
have found that he has heard from Broome." 

"How do you make that out?" 

"He went away unexpectedly or he would have 
made more preparation, and he left no word 
where he was going or when he would be back, 
which shows that he was going on some secret 
mission. ,, 

"You are probably right," admitted Berwick, 
after a moment's thought. "We won't be able 
to get any information from him." 

"But we may get something from his lawyer," 
replied Jim cheerfully. "He probably knows 
where he has gone." 


"What shall we do to get there, walk or ride?" 

"Better ride, I think," said Jim, hailing a cab. 
"We haven't any time to lose." 

It was only a short distance, and in less than 
fifteen minutes they were in the office of Mr. Wil- 
liam Howard Reynolds, who was better known 
to the shady side of San Francisco than he was 
to the reputable inhabitants of the town. The 
office was in an old, rather delapidated building, 
not far from the city hall. 

"Mr. Reynolds is in," so the clerk in charge of 
the outer office informed them, "but is particu- 
larly engaged at this time. If the gentlemen will 
be seated, I will learn if Mr. Reynolds will see 

Going into an inner office, he returned a mo- 
ment later to say that Mr. Reynolds was very 
busy, and that he would not be able to give them 
any time unless their business with him was of 

"Tell him," directed Jim, "that I wish to see 
him on a matter of much importance to Senor de 

The clerk, a man of about forty, with an 
expressionless face, except for a cunning twinkle 


about the eyes, took the card Jim handed him, 
and again disappeared into the inner room. 

At this moment Jim, who was standing by the 
windows looking upon the street, happened to 
glance down and caught a glimpse of the famil- 
iar figure of Captain Broome, who had apparently 
just emerged from the building. 

"I wonder what he was doing here," muttered 
Jim to himself. 

"Who? What?" asked Berwick. 

"Sh I" whispered Jim, "I will tell you later." 

"Mr. Reynolds will see you for a few minutes," 
announced the clerk, holding open the door to 
the inner office for them to pass through. 



The room which Jim and the chief engineer 
entered was furnished in marked contrast to the 
outer room, which was plainly, even meagerly 
equipped with a few chairs and a table or two 
and a desk. The inner room was luxuriously 
and lavishly fitted up with a handsome mahog- 
any desk, easy chairs, fine paintings upon the 
walls and costly rugs upon the floor. 

Motioning to them to be seated with a sweep 
of his hand, upon which glittered a serpent ring 
of peculiar design with ruby eyes which seemed 
to glow as if alive, the lawyer eyed them coldly 
for a moment throught half closed eyes. 

"You wished to see me upon business con- 
nected with the Senor de Cordova," he said, with- 
out any preliminary greeting. 

"Yes," replied Jim quietly, "I have been re- 
ferred to you as being in charge of his affairs." 

"My whom?" 



"The clerk at the Palace Hotel." 

"Ah, indeed. What is the nature of your busi- 
ness with him?" 

"That I will communicate with him person- 
ally," answered Jim, who had conceived an in- 
stant distrust of the man. "What I wish to know 
is his present address." 

The lawyer leaned back in his chair and softly 
whistled for a moment with a sort of hissing 

"He's concocting some sort of a scheme now," 
thought Jim, who was regarding him critically. 

" I cannot inform you of his exact where- 
abouts remarked the lawyer, "but he is some- 
where in the northern part of the State. He was 
called away on some important business." 

"Was it in connection with the abduction of his 
daughter?" asked Jim, rising to his feet and 
standing beside the desk looking directly into the 
eyes of the lawyer. 

"Eh, what is that?" asked the lawyer, hastily 
shuffling the papers on his desk, but not before 
Jim had caught sight of the words "San Mat — " 
in a familiar handwriting. 

"I said, has his journey any connection with 
the abduction of his daughter ?" repeated Jim. 


"What do you know about the abduction of the 
Senorita de Cordova ?" asked the lawyer, sharply. 
"Perhaps you had something to do with it." 

"I haven't anything to do with it," answered 
Jim, "but I know who did, and I know where the 
Senorita is." 

"Indeed, you seem to think, young man, that 
you know a good deal. Suppose I were to put 
the matter in the hands of the police?" 

"Just as you like," responded Jim, "there is my 
address if you want me. You can find me there 
any time. I think," turning to Berwick, "there 
is nothing more to be gained here." 

"There doesn't seem to be," replied Berwick. 

"Then don't waste any more of my time," said 
the lawyer sharply. "Wickham," to the clerk, 
"you can show these gentlemen," with a sneering 
emphasis on "the gentlemen," "out." 

Thus curtly dismissed, Jim and his companion 
made their way to the street. 

As soon as they had gone, the lawyer hastily 
wrote upon a sheet of paper: 

"Look out for a young fool who calls himself 
James Darlington, and knows more than is good 
for him," to which he added the initials W. H. R. 
and calling Wickham into the room gave it to 


him with orders to see that it be delivered at the 
address given, where it would come into the hands 
of Captain Broome at once. 

This done, Mr. Reynolds leaned back in his 
chair, and began whistling softly. 

"I think, Mr. James Darlington, that a voyage 
with Captain Broome might teach you not to 
meddle in other people's affairs," he said to him- 
self, with an ugly expression on his face. 

The message reached its destination within a 
few minutes after it had been sent, and was in 
the hands of Captain Broome in less than half 
an hour. 

"Ha!" snorted Broome, when he read it. "I 
think I can take care of him. Hey, Manuel," 
to a swarthy Mexican dwarf, who was with him. 
"That Jim Darlington is making trouble again. 
Get on his trail so I can catch him." 

"Si, Senor," replied the Mexican with an ugly 
grin. "Shall I give him the knife ?" 

"No," responded Broome, vindictively, "I want 
him alive." 



"I don't know how you feel, chief," remarked 
Jim, when the two were out on the street again, 
"but it strikes me that, as we have something of 
a busy day ahead of us, and don't know just 
where we shall bring up, it wouldn't be a bad plan 
to make sure of some lunch now." 

"I don't see any objection to it," replied the 

"Didn't think you would," answered Jim with 
a laugh. "Never knew you to refuse a meal yet. 
If I remember rightly there's a restaurant just 
around the corner where we can get something to 
eat and get a chance to map out our plans. The 
cooking isn't quite up to the Delmonico standard, 
but it is good and there is plenty of it." 

"Well, that means there's enough of it such as 
it is," said the engineer, "but I guess I can stand 
it if you can. Lead on, Jim." 

Jim led the way around the corner, not, how- 


ever, without casting a glance back and walking 
for several doors past the place he had spoken of. 
Then, after looking about him, he retraced his 
steps and entered the restaurant, which was an 
unpretentious place on a side street. 

'There's a table over there, ,, he said, indicating 
one in the rear of the room, "that will suit us. 
We can see all who come in and won't be con- 
spicuous ourselves. " 

"What's all this mystery, Jim ?" asked the engi- 
neer, when they had taken their seats and given 
their order. 

"I have a feeling that that Mexican imp of 
deformity, Manuel, isn't far away, and we can't 
afford to take any chances." 

"You are right there, Jim," responded Berwick 
heartily. "That chap gives me the shivers. He's 
more like a snake than a man." 

"That's just it. He's so confoundedly slippery, 
it almost seems that you never can get a hold on 
him, and if you did, what can one do with such 
a miserably deformed body? Ugh!" 

"One never feels easy when he's anywhere 
about," admitted Berwick. 

Jim made no further comment, but he was evi- 
dently thinking deeply. 


"The next thing to do," began Jim, when the 
meal had been served and the waiter gone to 
attend to other duties, "is to see if we can get 
a ship — " 

"And follow them," put in the engineer. 

"I'd like to get there ahead of them if we 

"If we only knew where the place was." 

"Oh, I know that," said Jim quietly. 

"You do!" exclaimed the engineer in astonish- 
ment. "Where is it?" 

"San Matteo Bay"— 

"San Matteo. Where is that?" 

"About seventy-five miles down the coast." 

"How did you find it out?" 

"Mr. Reynolds told me." 

'Mr. Reynolds!" echoed the engineer, "When?" 

"When we were there," replied Jim laughing 
at the look of astonishment on his companion's 
face. "You remember that he told us that the 
Senor had gone into the northern part of the 

"But you just said that San Matteo was 'down* 
the coast." 

"Of course," responded Jim, a trifle impa- 
tiently. "Don't you see that he wanted me to 


think that he went the other way from what he 

"I see. Then when he said he went north — ." 

"It was then," broke in Jim, "that I happened 
to catch a glimpse of a paper on his desk with 
a name on it. I wouldn't have noticed it only for 
his anxiety to cover it up when I was standing 
there, and I just caught this much — 'San Mat — ' " 

"Why do you think it meant San Matteo?" 

"Because San Matteo is just the place that 
would suit Broome for his purpose. There is 
scarcely anyone living around there. It's about 
three or four days' journey by land and about 
two by water, so Broome can give the Senor a 
couple of days start and see if he makes any 
attempt to evade the conditions, and still be there 
to meet him on time." 

"I see, you have a long head, Jim, but what 
is to prevent Brome from getting the ransom and 
still keeping the girl?" 

"You and I." 

"Humph!" returned the engineer, "that looks 
to me like a pretty big contract we are taking up." 

"It is," responded Jim, "but we have got to 
carry it through." 

"It looks to me," went on the engineer, "as if 


we were going to be pretty busy for the next few 


"And the sooner we get started, the better/' 
added Jim. 

Leaving the restaurant, Jim and the chief engi- 
neer walked leisurely to the corner, where they 
stood for a few minutes, ostensibly watching the 
hurrying crowd of people on the street, but never- 
theless keeping a watchful eye for anyone who 
might be dogging their footsteps. 

"Seen anything of that imp of darkness ?" 
asked the engineer. 

"No," replied Jim, "he isn't anywhere in sight, 
but I don't believe he is very far away." 

"Can't we shake him off some way?" 

"That's rather doubtful, but we can lead him a 
merry chase." 

"That's something. What's the plan?" 

"We will walk down the street," explained 
Jim, "as if we had no particular purpose in view, 
then we will separate, and you will go one way 
and I the other. Then, unless, as Tom says, 
'he is two gintlemen in wan,' and can go both 
ways, he won't know which one of us to follow." 

"Trust him for that," said the chief engineer, 
"he's sure to follow you." 


"So much the better," returned Jim. "I think 
I'll manage to keep him busy for the rest of the 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"You can go down to the maritime exchange, 
and see if you can learn of something in the way 
of a yacht that will serve us until we can get the 
Sea Eagle back. One to buy or hire, whichever is 
offered. You know what we want." 

"All right. I guess I can locate something." 

"Meantime," continued Jim, "I will go up the 
bay and look over anything in the harbor. That 
will puzzle Manuel if he is after me." 

They separated, and the engineer sprang into 
a passing street car, and with a "so long, Jim," 
disappeared. Jim reached the wharves through 
another street, secured a rowboat and started on 
his quest, which occupied his time for several 

It was a little after the appointed time when 
Jim arrived at the designated meeting place com- 
ing from across the bay in his boat. 

"Call this five o'clock?" grumbled the engineer, 
when he joined him a moment later. "I was 
beginning to think that gorilla Groome had gob- 
bled you at last. I have been hanging around 


for the last hour waiting for you. Well, what 

"Found some makeshifts, but not just what I 
want. How was it with you?" 

"Failed entirely." 

"Well, get into the boat," directed Jim, "and 
we will talk things over as we go along." 

"Where are you going now?" 

"Out to take a look for the Sea Eagle, and see 
if she is still there." 

"You haven't told me what you found," per- 
sisted Berwick. 

"One thing I am sure of, I lost that fellow 

"See anything of him?" 

"Not a thing. Maybe he was after you instead 
of me." 

"Heaven forbid," ejaculated Berwick, with a 
half glance backward. 

"So you did not find a ship for us?" repeated 

"There doesn't seem to be anything in port that 
we can get. Just missed getting one, though. 
Martinex sold a ship this morning that would 
have just suited us." 



"That's tough," sighed Jim. "We have got to 
have one before Broome gets away." 

"Don't know where you are going to get it." 

"Neither do I," returned Jim. "But we are 
like the boy and the hedgehog, 'We have just got 
to get one.' " 

By this time they had come within sight of 
where the Sea Eagle lay riding quietly at her 
anchor, but not going close enough to be recog- 
nized by any on board who might be on the 

"There isn't any signs of their getting ready 
to sail," decided Jim, after a few moments' study 
of the yacht. So I think we are safe for another 

"There is something that would suit us to a 
T," remarked Berwick on their way back, indi- 
cating* a trim looking schooner-rigged yacht. 
"She's a beauty," he observed enthusiastically. 

The yacht seemed to rest as lightly upon the 
water as a sea bird. Long, low, with not too 
much freeboard, it rose and fell on the waves, 
tugging at the anchor chains as though impa- 
tient to slip her leash and bound away on her 
course. It was painted in a pale metallic yellow 


that glittered in the rays of the setting sun like 

'The owner of that boat won't hire her," de- 
clared Berwick. "I bet he thinks more of her 
than he does of his wife." 

"I don't believe he has one," declared Jim. 
"Almost as good as theJftea Eagle, isn't she?" — 
which was high praise from Jim. "Perhaps we 
could hire her. We might take a look at her." 

"The Storm King!" he exclaimed, when they 
came near enough to read the name on the bow. 
"Why that is the boat the old captain told us 
about when he had the brush with Broome." 

"Brush with Broome is good," said Berwick, 
with a laugh, "but I thought he said that boat 
was in the South Seas." 

"JVlust have come in. The captain said Single- 
ton owned her. Maybe he would like to charter 
her. We'll try him anyhow. Storm King, ahoy!" 
hailed Jim pulling up to the side of the yacht. 

"Boat ahoy," answered a sailor on deck. 

"Is the captain on board?" asked Jim. 

"D'ye mean Captain Wilkins?" 

"I guess yes," answered Jim, "I would like to 
speak to him." 


"I admire your nerve, Jim," said Berwick, in 
an undertone. 

"Coming on board, sir?" asked the sailor, mak- 
ing ready to heave a small line. 

"Yes," returned Jim, "heave away." 

Catching the line the sailor had thrown, Jim 
and Berwick climbed the gangway ladder to 
the deck where they were met by Captain Wil- 
kins, a grizzled old seaman, attired in an undress 
uniform. He was tall, stoutly built, with an 
alert air about him that impressed both Jim and 
Berwick favorably at the start: 

"How do you do, gentlemen?" The captain 
greeted them with punctilious politeness, "glad 
to meet you." 

"And we are very glad to meet you, Captain 
Wilkins," returned Jim. "This is a fine boat you 

"Isn't she," returned the captain with enthu- 
siasm. "There was never a better come out of a 
shipyard. Look at her lines. Why she sets 
on the water like a duck. And roomy, too. She 
ain't one of the slim waisted kind where you 
don't have room to turn around. Why, Lord 
love you, lads, ye could be no more comfortable 
if you put up at the Palace Hotel." 


"You're right there, captain," agreed Berwick, 
"I never saw a prettier boat. I can see you carry 
quite an armament." 

"Oh, that was for use in the South Seas. She 
was engaged in trade down there", and we used 
to have a brush occasionally with the pirates. 
Not of late, however, for they learned to leave 
her alone." 

"Do you own her?" asked Jim. 

"Haven't such good luck. Wish I did. No, 
she belongs to a professor with a long name, 
though I'm blessed if I know what he's going to 
do with her. Just bought her a couple of months 
ago, and fixed her all up. Overhauled the hull 
and rigging, put in new tackle and fixed up the 
engines as good as new." 

"Do you think he would sell her?" asked Jim. 

"Not him," responded the captain. "He has 
just got her fixed to suit him. She's fit for a 
queen now. Just come below and take a look 

Accepting the invitation, Jim and Berwick 
went below and inspected the staterooms and 
found that they fully justified the captain's praise. 

"Ye gods and little fishes!" exclaimed Ber- 


wick, "it looks more like a lady's boudoir than 
a ship's cabin." 

"I fancy you've hit it, don't you know," agreed 
the captain, "I kind of fancy that he's going off 
on a bridal tour." 

"Where is the professor now?" asked Jim. 

"He's off East somewhere," replied the cap- 
tain. "I wouldn't be suprised if he's gone after 
the lady." 

"Much obliged to you, captain," said Jim, 
when they had gone up on deck again, "I'm 
awfully sorry she can't be bought. I think she 
would have just suited us." 

"You can't never tell," observed the captain, 
philosophically, when they were leaving, "you 
might hunt up the perfesser when he gets back. 
Perhaps the lady might change her mind. Such 
things have happened." 

"So I have learned," laughed Berwick. "Well, 
goodbye, captain. We may act on your advice." 



John Berwick had taken the oars on leaving 
the Storm King, and had pulled for some time in 
the direction of the city. Without speaking, he 
gave undivided attention to his task, while Jim 
seated in the stern sheets, was also silent, lost in 

"Well, Jim," began Berwick, after a time, as 
they were nearing the city wharves, "have you 
decided on your next move?" 

"Yes," responded Jim, rousing himself. "The 
next thing I am going to do is to get dinner." 

"Then," continued Jim, "I am going to bed 
and get a good night's sleep and make a fresh 
start in the morning." 

"A most sensible thing, Jim," agreed the man 
at the oars. 

"That's what Broome is going to do, too." 

"What?" asked Jim. 

"Make a good start in the morning." 


"Can't help it if he does/' growled Jim. "Have 
you anything better to suggest ?" 

"No, I suppose that we have done all that we 

"But not all that we are going to do !" snapped 
Jim. "I'll find some way of squaring our 

"Hallo!" he cried in an undertone a moment 
later. "Now what do you think of that?" 

"What is it?" asked Berwick in alarm. 

"Look there on the wharf." 

"By the beard of Neptune! You're right!" 
exclaimed Berwick, dropping his oars in his sur- 
prise, and nearly capsizing the boat as he grabbed 
for one. 

"Easy there, old fellow," cautioned Jim* "re- 
member I haven't got my bathing suit on." 

"What in the name of all that is wonderful is 
he doing there?" 

"Looks as if he was taking a nap," said Jim. 
"Sh! Don't wake him!" as Berwick with his 
hand to his mouth was about to call. "We'll 
crawl up on him and take him by surprise." 

"Make him think old Broome has got him," 
chuckled the engineer. 

Berwick pulled the boat gradually up to the 



wharf, and after making fast, the two conspira- 
tors climbed up on to the wharf and crept toward 
the unsuspecting Juarez, as has already been told 
in the opening chapter of this book. 

Juarez had not recognized his antagonist, and 
struggled furiously. The two rolled and tumbled 
about on the floor of the wharf, there being no 
time or opportunity for any explanation. Ber- 
wick, who had watched the outcome of the "sur- 
prise" with amusement, thinking it had gone far 
enough, was about to interfere, when Jo and 
Tom, who had come up unobserved, threw them- 
selves into the melee, and in a trice had Jim secure 
and powerless to move. 

"Whew!" panted Juarez. "That was a close 

"I told you to watch out!" declared Jo. "But 
it isn't Broome." 

"Jo! Tom!" called Berwick, who was shaking 
with laughter at the turn the affair had taken. 
He stepped out of the shadow where he had been 

"Hallo!" cried Tom, suspiciously. "Who 
is it?" 

"It is I, John Berwick," responded the engi- 
neer, between peals of laughter. "Better let your 


captive up, but keep out of his reach. It's Jim." 

"Jim!" exclaimed Jo and Tom together. "What 
is Jim doing here?" 

"Just giving Juarez a little surprise party," 
explained Berwick. 

Promptly while still talking the boys had re- 
leased Jim, who got on his feet sputtering and 

"Hold on, Jim," expostulated Berwick. "It's 
all your own fault. You brought it on yourself. 
But, I say, Juarez, where did you come from?" 

"Just came on from home," said Juarez. 
"Thought I'd give you a surprise." 

"You did all right," laughed Berwick. "It 
seems to have been a surprise party all around. 

"Ho!" cried Jo, "that ain't all, we've got a 
bigger surprise yet." 

"What is that?" 

"What do you say to a trip to the South Seas 
and a search for a treasure island?" 

"For a what?" 

"What are you talking about?" demanded Jim, 
who had been slowly recovering his good humor. 

"A trip to the South Seas," reiterated Jo. 

"I say," interposed Berwick, "I thought you 
said, Jim, that the first thing you were going 


to do was to get dinner. I begin to feel a hollow- 
ness in my interior that needs attention. Sup- 
pose we postpone explanations until we have had 
something to eat." 

"Now, you're talking sense," agreed Tom. 
"And we'll hunt up the professor and have him, 

"The professor!" exclaimed Jim. "Who 
is he?" 

"Oh, the professor with a name as long as the 
alphabet," replied Jo. "He can explain better 
than we can." 

"The professor with the long name!" cried 
Jim and Berwick simultaneously. "What do 
you know about such a man?" 

"Nothing," replied the boys, "except that he 
has engaged us to go on the Storm King for a 
treasure hunt. What is the matter with him?" 

"Well, that beats all!" said Berwick weakly. 

"What's all the palaver about anyhow?" de- 
manded Jo. "I thought we were going to get 
something to eat before we had any more talk." 

"Come on," said Berwick. "I know I'm 
dreaming, but want to get the dinner before I 
wake up." 

"Where is the professor?" demanded Jim. 


"He's at the Golden Gate Hotel," answered 
Jo. "We all came on together and went to the 
hotel. Then we came out to hunt you up. We 
were going to get a boat and row out to the 
Sea Eagle." 

"Lucky you didn't," returned Jim. "Old Bill 
Broome has got the Sea Eagle again." 

"He has !" cried Jo and Tom in consternation, 
"what did you let him take her for?" 

"That was unavoidable," volunteered Berwick. 
"He has some illegal claim which Jim can't upset, 
the lawyers say." 

"Can't we get her back again?" asked Juarez. 

"We certainly will," answered Jim, "now that 
you are all here. I'm awfully glad to have your 

"Let's go and see the professor," suggested 
Juarez. "Perhaps he will help us out." 

"Of course, he will," said Tom. "He'll know 
just what to do." 

"Which is more than we do," remarked Ber- 
wick to himself. 



It was only a short walk to the Golden Gate 
Hotel, where they found that the professor was in 
his room. They sent to him to ask if he would 
see them. A moment later the bellboy returned, 
accompanied by a spare but sinuously built man 
of medium height. It was difficult to judge his 
age, though Jim conjectured him to be about 
forty. Still, he might have been either ten years 
older or younger. He had a sharp but pleasant 
face that had been warmed to a deep brown by 
the ardent rays of the tropic sun. His moustache 
and full beard in the fashion of the day, was 
dark brown, almost black, and was closely 
trimmed like his hair, which was quite gray — a 
individual that you would know at once as a 
man that had done somthing worth while. His 
movements were deliberate, but so easy and grace- 
ful that there was not a fraction of wasted effort, 
and much quicker than they appeared to be. His 


eyes were clear and penetrating, and, as Juarez 
expressed it, "seemed to look right through you." 

"That's the professor," whispered Jo to Jim 
as the man came into the rotunda where the 
boys were waiting. "There isn't much of him, 
but he's all there." 

Coming toward them, he cast a rapid glance 
over the group that seemed to appraise them all 
in one moment. 

"You are James Darlington," he said in a 
pleasant drawl, advancing to Jim with out- 
stretched hand. "I would recognize you any- 
where from your likeness to your brothers. I am 
very glad to meet you. And," turning to the 

"Mr. Berwick," answered Jim. "He is the 
chief engineer of the Sea Eagle." 

"Glad to know you, Mr. Berwick," said the 
professor. "I suppose, Mr. Darlington, that 
these young gentlemen have told you about my 
expedition. Not yet. Oh, by the way, have you 
dined ? No ? So much the better. Neither have 
I, so we will have dinner first and our talk later." 

"But," objected Jim. 

"Objection overruled," returned the professor 


promptly. "You are my guests to-night. I hope 
you are hungry." 

"No," replied Berwick, "we are way beyond 
that. We're starved." 

"Then we won't delay any longer," returned 
the professor with a low laugh that was pleasant 
to hear, and leading the way to the dining room. 

"Shall I order the meal?" he asked, when they 
were seated at the table. "There are some dishes 
they have here that I can specially recommend." 

"All right," said Tom. "I'm ready to tackle 

When the meal, during which all reference to 
the purpose which had brought them together was 
strictly tabooed, was over, the professor invited 
them to his rooms and told them to make them- 
selves at home, and he would explain the purpose 
he had in view. 

"Now," began the professor, settling himself 
in a big chair and lighting a curious looking pipe, 
"where shall I start?" 

"That's a queer looking pipe," interjected Tom, 
who had been regarding the object with a good 
deal of interest. 

"It is a little odd," agreed the professor. "What 
do you think it is?" 


"Looks like a skull of some kind," ventured 

"Not a bad guess," replied the professor. "It 
is part of the skull of an ophidian." 

"An o' what?" ejaculated Tom. 

"Not an owat," corrected the professor, "but 
a giant ophidian of palazoic times." 

"Gracious!" cried Tom. "I thought it was 
something awful, but I didn't suppose it was as 
bad as that." 

"I suppose there is a story connected with it," 
said Berwick. 

"Yes," replied the professor, "rather a tragic, 
though a common enough one in that region." 

"We would like to hear it," suggested Jo. 

"Well," began the professor slowly, "imagine 
if you can the depth of a tropical jungle with a 
wilderness of tangled vegetation, of arching 
palms and giant forms whose fronds sway in the 
air high above a man's head. Through this 
tangle there creeps a naked savage intent on the 
hunt for some animal upon which- he can feed. 
In front of him, pendulous from an over hang- 
ing branch there falls a rounded body like a 
mighty cable, whose green and yellow colorings 
mix in with those of bush and tree. As the sav- 


age creeps beneath, there is a sudden motion in 
the cable. It comes to life and coils about the 

"With a shrill cry of fear, the man tries to 
unloosen the deadly folds, grasping the slimy 
serpent about the throat in a desperate clutch. 
But all in vain. They writhe and struggle, but 
neither relax their hold, and they fall to the 
ground beneath the arching palms. 

"The seasons come and go. The ferns and 
palms die and bury the snake and his victim 
beneath the fallen leaves and floods bring down 
the waste from the hills and cover them more 

"My goodness !" cried Tom. "Did you see it?" 

"Not actually,". answered the professor. "All 
that happened a long time, years, centuries, aeons, 
perhaps, ago. What I know is that one day on 
making an excavation we found the two skele- 
tons, that of the man and the snake in such a 
position as to indicate the story I have told you. 
I picked up the skull and the fancy took me 
to have it mounted and made into a pipe. But 
that isn't getting on with the business." 

"Are you a zoologist?" asked Berwick. 

"No," replied the professor. "I suppose you 



are thinking of my title. I use that because peo- 
ple generally know me better that way, and — " 
he smiled broadly — "it's easy to say. I am a 
mineralogist — a mining engineer. I got the title 
of professor from a college back East where I 
lecture occasionally on mineralogy and petrol- 
ogy. People haven't time to write my name 
though it's not so difficult to pronounce." 

"Sure enough," said Jim. "I do not know your 
name yet." 

"Let me write it for you," said the professor. 
And taking a sheet of paper this is what he 

i "You will always be just plain professor to 
me," determined Jim, and there was a general 

"To resume," went on the professor, "for the 
past three or four years I have been down in the 
South Sea Islands prospecting. Acting for an 
English syndicate which had an idea that there 
were some gold or silver mines that could be 

"Did you find any?" questioned Jim. 

"None that were worth while, but while I was 
there I came across an old sailor who had a 


story of a fabulously rich mine that was located 
on one of the islands. He didn't know just 
where, and had been hunting for it for a good 
many years, traveling from island to island in 
his quest." 

"Couldn't he find it?" 

"All he had to guide him was a rudely drawn 
map of the island that was located somewhere 
in the Southern seas. He worked all alone, for 
he was afraid to share his secret with any for 
fear that they would kill him to get it all." 

"Are they as bad as that down there?" asked 

"About as bad as they are made, a good many 
of them are," replied the professor. "But, to 
get on with my story, it happened that I was 
enabled to do him a good turn on one occasion, 
and he confided his secret to me. I tried to 
help him to find the island, but, as the longitude 
and latitude were rather vague, we couldn't 
locate it. I helped him all I could, and when 
he was taken down with the fever, just before 
he died he gave me the map on the condition 
that if I found the mine I would share with his 
family, which I agreed to do." 


"Do you think there was any foundation for 
his story?" asked Jim. 

"I think there is. At least I thought there 
was enough in it to give up my work for the 
syndicate and organize an expedition to hunt for 
it. It seems, according to Brook's story, John 
Brook was his name, that his father when a 
young man was a sailor on an English vessel. 
On one of his voyages, his ship was captured 
by pirates and the crew were made prisoners. 
They were carried to the pirates' lair on an island 
away from the usual track. 

"Here, those who did not join the pirates were 
compelled to do all the rough work about the 
place. As there was no means of getting away 
from the island except by the pirates' vessel, they 
were not kept very close watch of, and were 
allowed the freedom of the place. This island, it 
would seem from his description, was of volcanic 
origin, and had a mountainous ridge, several hun- 
dred feet in height at one end. As this part of 
the island was exceedingly rough and rocky it 
had no attraction for the pirates, who kept to 
the low ground along the shore. 

"In one of his rambles about the island the 
sailor came upon a ravine leading up into the 


mountain, and he followed it up to where it 
ended in a fissure in the rocks. He was curious 
to see what the inside looked like, and returning 
another day, entered the fissure, which lead into 
a large cavern, where, according to his story, the 
walls were glittering with gold." 

"Fool's gold," interjected Berwick. 

"So I thought at first," responded the pro- 
fessor, "but Brooks said that his father picked 
up a half dozen nuggets ranging in size from 
that of a bullet to that of a walnut. He seems, 
like his son, to have been a secretive sort of a 
man, for he kept his discovery from his ship- 
mates. From time to time he made visits to the 
mine as he had opportunity, gathering the nug- 
gets, which he kept concealed about his person 
until he had accumulated a considerable store, 
hoping that some time he would be able to make 
his escape, which, with several of his companions, 
he was finally able to do." 

"How did he manage to get away ?" asked Jo. 

"It seems, from the story, that he and some 
of his shipmates, having procured a small boat, 
which they secreted at the mountainous end of 
the island, and stocked with provisions, they set 
out on a dark and stormy night when there was 


less chance of detection. The storm developed 
into a gale which they ran before, and whicn 
drove them many miles, bringing them into the 
course of trading vessels, one of which a day or 
so later, picked them up and landed them in a 
Chilian port. Here Brooks sold a nugget and 
got money enough to get home. On his return 
he talked much of the mine, and drew a map of 
it for his son, who started out in search of it." 

"How did he expect to find it when he didn't 
know its location?" questioned Jim. 

"He had it figured out something like this. 
The place where they were picked up by the 
vessel was about latitude 9 south, longitude 129 
west. Now, when they were picked up they had 
been driving for some thirty-six hours before a 
southwest wind at not less than fifteen knots 
an hour. This would make about five hundred 
and forty miles they had come from the island, 
which must, therefore, lie somewhere between 
five or six hundred miles to the southwest." 

"I should think that would be the spot where 
he would look for it," said Juarez. 

"That is what he did, and so have I," was the 
reply, "but we were, neither of us, able to 
locate it." 


"Do you think it really exists ?" asked Jim. 

"I am quite certain of it," answered the pro- 
fessor. "At any rate, I am going to make an- 
other attempt, and I want you to go along with 

"What do you want with us ?" questioned Jim. 

"Well," replied the professor, slowly, "I need 
some efficient help, and I have had my eye on 
you boys for some time. I had heard of you, 
that you were thoroughly trustworthy and could 
be depended upon in any emergency, and I de- 
cided that you were just the kind of companions 
I wanted. But I may as well tell you right at 
the start that this is not going to be a picnic 
party; we are going to have our work cut out 
for us, and plenty of it, so if you go along you 
are likely to see some pretty exciting times before 
we get through." 

"That don't scare us any," put in Jo. 

"I didn't think it would," the professor went 
on, "and if it turns out as I believe it will, we 
shall all have all the money we need for the rest 
of our lives." 

"But why should you take us in?" persisted 

"Why, if we should succeed in finding the 



treasure," the professor explained, "it would be 
a great temptation to those who learned of it to 
use any means, fair or foul, to get possession of 
it. That is one of the reasons I want you. I feel 
that I can depend upon you through and through." 

"I think you can," responded Jim quietly, but 
not the less emphatically. "What we say we are 
ready to stand by." 

"I am quite sure of it. Now, the proposition I 
have to make is this : I will finance the expedi- 
tion, taking all the risk. Now wait" — to Jim, 
who was about to interrupt. "If we succeed I 
will take one-half of what we get. Out of my 
half I will provide for Brook's family. The 
other half I will divide, one quarter for you and 
one quarter to the crew. How does that strike 

"That's fair enough," agreed the boys. 

"Should we fail, I will pay you for your time." 

"Oh, we'll take our chances on that," broke in 
Jo. "We'll get enough fun out of the trip to pay 
for that." 

"When do you want to start?" asked Jim. 

"I'm ready now. If you are, I think we can 
get off within a day or two." 


"I would like to go with you," went on Jim, 
"but there is something I would like to attend to 

"May I ask what that is?" inquired the pro- 

Whereupon Jim told him of the seizing of the 
Sea Eagle, and of the abduction of the Senorita 
de Cordova. 

"Broome!" exclaimed the professor, when Jim 
had concluded, "is that old rascal mixed up in 

"Do you know him?" asked Jim in turn. , 

"A little," replied the professor, dryly. "He 
tried to work off some of his little tricks on me, 
but I wasn't to be caught napping. Do you hap- 
pen to know a particular friend of his, one called 
Manuel ?" 

"Ugh!" broke in Berwick. "Don't speak of 
that incarnation of wickedness or I shall begin to 
smell brimstone. I'd rather contend with his 
satanic majesty, himself." 

The professor made no comment, but asked, 
"Have you any plans?" 

"Nothing definite," answered Jim, "except to 



get to the place where the girl is to be returned 
and see that the bargain is carried out." 

"Good!" agreed the professor. "That is the 
first step, of course. Now, if you want us, I and 
my boat are at your service." 

Jim sprang to his feet. "Oh, thank you!" he 
exclaimed enthusiastically, "we shall be ever in- 

"Don't mention it," returned the professor. "I 
have a little score to settle with Broome, myself. 
I have reason to think he is after me. In some 
way he has found out about the mine and the 
map that I have and he is ready to resort to any 
measures to get possession of it. So you think 
San Matteo is the place appointed?" 

"I feel sure of it." 

"Where are you stopping?" continued the pro- 

"At the Commercial Hotel," replied Jim. 

"Well, then we won't waste anymore time. 
Suppose you meet me at the foot of Market street 
tomorrow morning at six o'clock. We will then 
go on board of the Storm King and be ready to 
take up the chase at once if the emergency arises. 
It is late now, too late for you to go aboard, so I 


will arrange for Jo and Tom to stay here tonight 
Then to Jim and Juarez he added I 

"Good-night, and remember tomorrow it's six 
o'clock sharp." 

"Good-night," responded those addressed. 
"We'll be there." 

A room adjoining that occupied by the pro- 
fessor was secured for the boys and their baggage 
was brought up from the office where it had been 
temporarily deposited. 



It was still lacking a few minutes of the hour 
named when Jim, Juarez, and Berwick, who did 
not intend to be left out of the venture, arrived 
with their handbags at the wharf at the foot of 
Market street. The professor had not yet arrived. 
The sun had risen above the hills, and the place 
was in heavy shadow. Putting down their bags 
upon the wharf, the boys walked to the -water 
edge and began a discussion of the merits of the 
boats at anchor in the harbor. They were soon 
joined by Jo and Tom. 

Unobserved, a dwarfish figure stole noiselessly 
from the shadow, and seizing upon the nearest 
bag— it was Jim's — he ran swiftly down the 
wharf. No so quickly, however, as to escape the 
watchfulness of Juarez, who, to make up for the 
dereliction of the previous evening, was especially 
alert. With a shout of alarm to the others, Juarez 
set off at once in pursuit of the flying figure, which 


had already disappeared around a corner. Jim 
and Tom followed more leisurely, depending 
upon Juarez to run down the culprit. Berwick 
and Jo remained as a guard over the rest of their 

"What happened?" cried Jo. 

'That villain, Manuel," replied Berwick. "He 
has made off with Jim's handbag. He seems to 
be everywhere at once." 

"Juarez will catch him," said Jo, confidently. 

"I hope so," returned Berwick, "but an eel has 
nothing on him for slipperyness." 

And so it proved, for the others came strag- 
gling back, one by one, without having found 
any trace of the Mexican or the bag. 

"That's rather an unauspicious beginning to 
our trip," commented Berwick. "Did you have 
anything of importance in your bag, Jim?" 

"Nothing but my clothes," replied Jim, rue- 
fully. "But it's bad enough having him carry 
them off right in front of us. That's another 
score I have to settle with him." 

"He will be carrying some of us away, if we 
aren't careful," put in Jo. 

"Hallo, look there! What in the name of 
goodness is that coming?" cried Juarez, indicat- 


ing a strange object which was advancing down 
the wharf. 

Seen in the half-light of the morning, it seemed 
to consist principally of arms and legs which were 
wildly waving in the air." 

"Looks like a big devil fish," cried Tom. "Bet- 
ter look out, boys." 

But as it came nearer it resolved itself into 
two figures, one of which, the larger, was carry- 
ing the smaller, which latter was squirming and 
struggling in an effort to escape. 

"It's the Professor!" cried Juarez, "but what 
the mischief has he got there?" 

"That's it !" cried Jim, joyfully. "He's got the 
'mischief himself. It's Manuel." 

"Hurrah!" exclaimed Jo and Tom, running 
forward to meet him. "Where did you get him ?" 

"You will find your bag back upon the wharf," 
explained the professor, when he came near, hold- 
ing the snapping, snarling object up in the air 
with a vicelike grip on the waistband of its trous- 
ers. "And mine, too," he added, as the boys 
started off on a run in the direction indicated. 

"I caught this viper sneaking along with a bag 
that I knew did not belong to him, and that I took 
to belong to some of you. What do you think 


we had .better do with this thing?" indicating 

"I think," observed Berwick, "we had better 
take it on board with us and put it in a cage like 
any other wild beast/' 

"Not a bad suggestion, that," agreed the pro- 
fessor. "That's about the best thing we could 
do with him." 

But with a sudden twist the wily Mexican 
slipped from his loose trousers, leaving the gar- 
ment in the professor's grasp. 

"Hi — stop him!" shouted Jo, making a futile 
attempt to seize him. 

But with an inarticulate snarl of rage, the 
Mexican made a headlong plunge from the wharf 
into the water, disappearing from sight. 

"Ugh!" exclaimed the professor, holding up 
the empty trousers. "He's shed his skin like the 
snake he is. He had better take them along," 
tossing them into the water. 

"We will get him when he comes up," cried 

But, although the boys ran along the string 
piece of the wharf looking for him to reappear, 
they saw nothing more of him. An officer in 
uniform was called and told of the circumstances. 


After watching for some time they were obliged 
to conclude that the villainous Mexican had at 
last met his just desert. 

"Well," remarked Jo, at length, "I guess we 
have seen the last of him." 

"I sincerely hope so," returned Berwick, "but 
that fellow has more lives than a cat." 

"There -doesn't seem to be any use of waiting 
any longer," said the professor. "He doesn't 
seem to be coming back. There is nothing we 
can do and we may as well go on." 

By this time the sun was up, and the wharf 
was beginning to be astir with people. The boat- 
men were coming and going over the bay, intent 
on business. Hailing one of the larger boats, 
which was rowed by two Hawaiians, the pro- 
fessor asked them if they could carry the party 
out to the yacht." 

"Si, senor," replied one of the rowers. "Take 
you all; no sink the boat." 

Although the boat sank nearly to the gun- 
wales when they were all on board, and they were 
uncomfortably crowded, still the water was calm 
and the trip to the yacht, which was anchored 
about a quarter of a mile out, was made without 
any mishap. 


"Well, what do you think of my ship?" asked 
the professor, when they drew up alongside the 
Storm King. 

"She's as pretty as — as — " began Jo. 

"As a picture," added Tom. 

"As a pink," supplemented Juarez. 

"As she can be," finished Tom. 

"Wait until you gQt on board," interposed the 

"We have been on board," put in Jim. 

"Indeed!" exclaimed the professor. "When?" 

"Yesterday," replied Jim. "Berwick and I 
called on the captain. We thought perhaps we 
could secure her for our trip." 

"That expresses your opinion," said the pro- 
fessor with a laugh. "You wouldn't have wanted 
her unless you thought she was pretty good." 

"That's right," agreed Jim. "She looked good 
to me." 

"Good morning, captain," called the professor 
to Captain Wilkins, who was standing by the 
gangway waiting to receive them. "I have brought 
out some young men who are going to show us 
how to sail the yacht." 

"Good morning, professor," replied the cap- 
tain. "Same to you, gentlemen. They say you 


can't teach an old dog new tricks, but I think 
it is never too late to learn. If you have any 
new tricks of seamanship I shall be glad to learn 

'That's only a joke of the professor's captain," 
replied Jim. "All we know js enough to stand 
watch, and do our trick at the wheel if need be." 

"Well said, lad," responded the captain, heart- 
ily. "Are you going to make a voyage with us?" 

"Yes," replied the professor, "they are booked 
for the trip. Now, how soon do you think we 
can get away?" 

"Well, now that depends," replied the captain, 
rubbing his chin, thoughtfully. "Did you bring 
the new engineer along with you?" 

"The new engineer?" asked the professor. 
"What do you mean?" 

"Don't you know, sir," replied the captain, 
"Mr. Ward has gone? 'Twas day before yester- 
day he went ashore, and when he came back he 
had another man with him. Said he had a better 
job, and was going to leave. Said this other man 
was going to take his place. Thought he had it 
all arranged with you." 

"The first I have heard of it," said the pro- 


"I told him I had nothing to do with it," went 
on the captain. "If you said it was all right, 
it was all right." 

"So, we haven't any engineer," said the pro- 
fessor. "That's awkward. I suppose we shall 
have to lose a lot of time while we hunt up 

"Why not Mr. Berwick?" suggested Jim. "He's 
a first class engineer, and he wants to go with 
us anyway." 

"Why, of course," replied the professor. 
"Never thought of that. How stupid of me. 
How is it, Mr. Berwick, will you take the place?" 

"Suits me to the dot," replied the engineer. 
"Wanted to go along, and glad to be of use." 

"All right, Mr. Berwick. Suppose you take 
hold at once and look things over." 

"Very well, sir," replied Berwick. "Lucky 
I brought my traps along." Picking up his bag 
he descended into the engine room followed by 

"Well, how is it?" inquired the professor, when 
Berwick came on deck again a little later. 
"Everything all right?" 

"Indeed no," replied Berwick. "Looks as if 
somebody had been tampering with the engine. 


Lot of loose bolts and nuts. If she had been 
started up there would have been a pretty smash- 
up. However, I think two or three hours'^ work 
will put it all right. " 

'That must be some of Broome's work, I sup- 
pose," commented the professor. "Bribed the 
engineer. You see what we have ahead of us, 
boys. Go ahead and do the best you can, Mr. 
Berwick. But I suppose we had better have 
breakfast first. Got anything to eat on board, 

"Fully provisioned, sir," replied the captain. "I 
told your steward that you would want breakfast 
and I think he has it ready." 

"Very well, then," said the professor. "That 
seems to be the next thing in order." 

A handsome, and what was more important, a 
very competent man, the steward proved to be. 
The professor explained that ever since his early 
youth Pedro had been in his employ, and his 
father before him for many years. 



"Well, boys," said the professor, "have you 
had enough breakfast?" 

"I don't know whether I have had enough or 
not," responded Jo. "But I'm afraid I can't eat 
any more." 

"That's bad," remarked the professor. "I'm 
afraid there is something wrong with you. Still, 
if you go on deck, perhaps you will be better 
by dinner time. But while we are down here you 
might pick out your staterooms. This is the cap- 
tain's room, and this is mine. That is the engi- 
neer's room. But you can take any of the others 
you want." 

Looking over the rooms about which there was 
really little choice, Jo and Tom selected one to 
their liking, and Juarez decided on the invitation 
of John Berwick to room with him as he was 
going to act as assistant engineer on the voyage. 
This left Jim with a cabin to himself. 


The boys had but just settled the matter when 
they were startled by a series of loud and angry 
exclamations from the professor. 

"Now, what do you think of that?" he cried, 
when the boys rushed into the saloon where he 
was standing holding up his handbag in which a 
long slit had been cut with a sharp knife. 

"Their audacity passes all bounds!" he went 
on wrathfully. "They have got it at last." 

"What is lost?" asked Jim. 

"The chart, the map of the island," replied the 
professor. "I don't know as it will do any one 
else much good. Besides the points of the com- 
pass it has only mystifying figures on it, but it's 
a bad loss for all that." 

"Are you sure it is gone?" asked Jim. 

"Well, it isn't here," replied the professor. 
"Fortunately, I can remember the latitude and 
longitude, which is really the important thing." 

"What was the paper like ?" put in Tom. 

"It was just a rude chart," answered the pro- 
fessor. "It was in a flat box. I put it in the box 
to keep it safe from getting wet or worn out. I 
got tired of carrying it with me so I put it in the 
bag last night, not intending the bag should get 
out of my sight. And I don't know when it did." 


"Looks as if we had spies all around us/' said 

"It certainly does," agreed the professor. "But 
now that we are on the yacht we will be safe."* 

"Humph!" muttered Tom, who had just re- 
turned to the cabin after a moment's absence, "I'm 
not so sure about that, but," he continued, "was 
the box anything like this ?" He held up to their 
gaze a thin oblong tin box. 

"Why, it looked like that !" exclaimed the pro- 
fessor, taking the box Tom offered to him. 
"Why, it is it ! What are you doing with it ?" 

"I found it in my bag this morning," explained 
Tom. "I thought that it belonged to Jo, and 
that he hod dropped it in by mistake." 

"I suspect that is just what I did in an absen- 
minded spell this morning," said the professor. 
"The joke is on me, boys. Perhaps it is a lucky 
thing that I did it, for I think now, seeing this 
slit in my bag that the best thing I can do is to 
have you take care of it for me." 

"Don't you think you had better keep it ?" pro- 
tested Jim. 

"Not after this experience," replied the pro- 
fessor, holding up the cut bag. "Besides, I think 
it will be decidedly safer with you." 


"Very well, then," replied Jo. "We will do 
our best to take care of it." 

"I know that," said the professor. 

Jo and Tom spent the morning going over the 
yacht getting acquainted with its equipment and 
with the crew. The latter were mostly Hawaiians 
with one Irishman, an Englishman and the Mexi- 
can steward. Juarez was busy down in the engine 
room with Berwick, and Jim and the professor 
were in consultation in the cabin over their plans 
to outwit Broome. 

"The Marjorie of Liverpool," remarked Tom. 
The speaker was standing on the after deck study- 
ing the vessels in the harbor. He read the name 
he spoke through a pair of binoculars. It was a 
small steamship anchored not far from the Storm 
King. They had passed it early in the morning 
on their way to the yacht, but he had not noticed 
it particularly until now. 

"I wonder where she came from, and where 
she is going?" went on Tom. 

"From Liverpool, I suppose," replied Jim, 
who had joined them, "and quite likely she is 
going back again." 

"Wonder how she got way out here?" con- 
tinued Tom. 


"You are full of wonder to-day," laughed Jim. 
"Steamships go anywhere and everywhere. Here 
comes the captain. We can ask him." 

"What is it you want to know ?" inquired* the 
captain, who had overheard Jim's remark. 

"We were just talking about that steamship 
there, the Marjorie, and speculating as to what 
she is and what she's doing here." 

"It's pretty hard to tell that," replied the cap- 
tain, after taking a look through the glasses. 
"She's English built and rigged, that's certain, 
but I don't know what she's doing so far from 
her home port." 

"She has good lines and looks as though she 
might have speed," criticized Jim. 

"Ay,, ay, lad, ye're right there," agreed the 
captain. "She looks like a cross between a yacht 
and a trader. I suspect that is what she is, a 

"She seems to have a big crew for a trader," 
said Jim, who had been studying the vessel while 
talking. "And she looks as though she might 
carry a pretty heavy armament, too." 

"Have you noticed that ?" observed the captain. 
"Ye have a good eye, lad, and a quick mind. I 
was just thinking the same thing myself. I 


wouldn't wonder if she was doing some contra- 
band trade down the coast. I see she is going out, 

"How do you know ?" asked Jo. 

"She is getting steam up/' 

"So is the Sea Eagle," exclaimed Tom. "They 
have started their fires. She must be going out, 

"Looks like it," put in Jo. "There is Broome 
now, with some of his men." 

Pulling along close under the stern of the Mar- 
jorie, there was seen a small boat in which was 
Captain Broome with his chief subordinates. 

"See anything of Manuel in their boat?" asked 

"No," replied Tom. "He isn't in the boat. 
They must have left him behind." 

"He must have been drowned," said Jo. 

"I don't know about that," replied Tom, "but 
it is certain he isn't in the boat; there are four men 
besides the captain and on top of their other bag- 
gage is a big hamper." 

"How's the engine, Mr. Berwick?" asked the 
professor of the engineer, calling down into the 
engine room. 


"All right now, sir," replied the engineer. "We 
are just going to get up steam." 

"Very good," said the professor. "Keep it 
up, for we may want to start any minute. Keep 
your eyes on the Sea Eagle, captain, and let us 
know if she shows signs of getting under way." 

"Ay, ay, sir!" responded the captain. 

"Feel any better now, Jo ?" asked the professor, 
with a smile, it is pretty near time to eat again." 

"I'm all right again now, professor," responded 

"Better get ready then, for I hear Pedro rat- 
tling the dishes down there." 

"I think" — began Tom, when they were down 
in their staterooms taking a washup before the 
noon meal 

"That it is time for dinner," interrupted Jo. 

"No, sonny," replied Tom. "My thoughts are 
not as your thoughts, always on the gross ma- 
terial, but — ." Going to the door, he called Jim 
into the room. Then, after a look into the saloon, 
closed the door. 

"Hist!" whispered Jo. "The plot thickens." 

"What is it now, Tom?" asked Jim. 

"I think" — began Tom, in a low tone. 


"You said that before," interrupted Jo. "But 
I don't believe it." 

"That it would be a good plan," continued 
Tom, "to hide the chart in some safe place." 

"Not half a bad idea, don't you know," drawled 
Jo, "but where is that safe place?" • 

"I have an idea," went on Tom. 

"Clutch it before it gets away," advised Jo. 

"That we can make a secret closet where we 
can put it." 

"That is a good scheme," agreed Jim, "if — " 

"Hear! Hear!" broke in Jo. 

"Here, as well as anywhere," replied Tom. 

"What is your plan?" asked Jim. 

"I was thinking of making a secret drawer or 
closet in this cabin." 

"Do you think we could do it?" asked Jo. 

"I don't know," replied Jim. "We can tell 
better after we try. The proof of the — " 

"Eating is in the pudding," interrupted Jo. 

"Let's go ahead and do it." 

"Where do you think is a good place to make 
it?" asked Tom, looking around the room, which 
was paneled in mahogany. "We might take up 
a board in the floor." 


"But some one might get at it from under- 
neath/' objected Jo. 

"No danger of that," replied Tom. "Who is 
going to look for it?" 

"Well, if there is no danger of anyone look- 
ing for it, what is the use of hiding it ?" demanded 


"That's right," agreed Jim. "If we are going 
to do it at all, let's do it thoroughly. If we can 
take out one of the panels, we can make a dandy 

"That's the idea," chimed in Tom. 

"I think we can take out one of these panels," 
continued Jim, examining the wainscoating care- 
fully, "but we must first get the professor's per- 

"We will ask him the first thing after dinner," 
cried Tom. 

"And there is dinner, now," said Jo, as the 
sound of a gong resounded through the air. 

The professor was an interesting dinner com- 
panion, and even though all felt that serious busi- 
ness was ahead of them, no reference was made 
thereto. At the conclusion of the meal Jo said: 

"Professor Feather — " 

"Ingstone," broke in Jim. 


"Haughleigh," added Tom. 

"I'm all broke up," laughed the professor. 

"Can we make a hiding place in one of our 
staterooms?" asked Jo. 

"Why, I suppose so," replied the professor. 
"What do you want to do, play hide and go 

"In a way," laughed Jim. "We want to make 
a secret place in which to keep the chart." 

"Oh, I see," interrupted the professor quickly. 
"By all means." 

"You see, we can — " 

"That will do," returned the professor with 
another laugh. "If you are going to make a 
secret place the fewer who know of it the more it 
is of a secret. Keep it to yourselves." 

"Even from you?" 

"From every one," said the professor empha- 
tically. "If you need any tools or anything get 
them quietly. 

The brothers lost no time, but at once set about 
making a place of concealment. Jim, who, of 
the three had the more genius for mechanics, 
taking the initiative in the work, studying care- 
fully the artistically constructed paneling to settle 
upon a plan. 


"Do you think it can be done so that it won't 
be seen ?" asked Tom. 

"Yes," decided Jim. "I think so. By taking 
off this moulding, we can saw through the edge 
of the panel, put on leather hinges, and I can 
make a spring catch. Then replace the moulding 
and it will never show." 

"That will be easy," asserted Jo. 

"Glad you think so," retorted Jim. "It will 
have to be done as nicely as the original work." 

"When are you going to begin ?" 

"Now," answered Jim. "Only one can work 
at a time, so you may as well go on deck. 
I will start the job. I will take one of the 
panels near the floor. After I have started, we 
can take turns at the work. When we begin, we 
want to finish as soon as possible." 

"All right," returned Jo. "Let it go." 

When the others had gone, Jim secured from 
the enginer such tools as he needed, and return- 
ing to his room, closed the door. He selected 
a panel, and was about to take off the molding 
when he heard some one moving in the cabin. 
Whistling carelessly he opened the door of his 
room, but there was no one near. The steward 
Pedro, was busily employed at the far end of 


the room, and the mate was just entering the 

"Strange," mused Jim. "There doesn't seem 
to be anyone acting supiciously. I was sure, 
though, that there was some one near the door 
just now." He then called to Jo, and arranged 
that he should stay in the cabin on guard. 

Jim returned to his task, and with infinite care 
removed the molding from the panel. Then he 
called Tom below, and working alternately, in a 
short time they had made the secret opening to 
the compartment. As it was between the wall 
of the stateroom and the planking of the vessel, 
and being inaccessible from any other point, it 
seemed absolutely safe. The work under Jim's 
direction had been so deftly done that it could 
not be detected. It was opened by pressing a 
spring made of wire and placed in an adjoining 

Fastening the box containing the chart with 
a strong cord, it was lowered into the aperture 
and the cord fastened to a hook at one side 
of the opening. 

"There," said Jo, when the box had been low- 
ered, and the place closed. "It will take more 
than a wizard to find that." 


"It looks that way," agreed Tom, "but — " 

"Oh, you're a regular goat with your buts," 
cried Jo. "What is the matter with it?" , - 

"Nothing," said Tom. "It is all right, but 
some people can see through a stone wall." 

"Of course they can if it has holes in it, but 
there ain't any holes in this." 

This task ended, they went on deck, where they 
found the professor and the captain intently 
watching the Sea Eagle, which had steam up 
and seemed to be about to get under way. 

"I was just going to call you," said the pro- 
fessor. "I think that the next act is about to 

"Good !" cried Jim. "Let's hope they will find 
something doing that is not down on the 

"Is'nt it rather late to start?" asked Berwick, 
who had come out of the engine-room, leaving 
Juarez in charge. 

"Not if you are ready," was the professor's 

"I suppose they think they can slip away from 
us in the dark," chuckled Jim. 

"It will be something of a surprise if they find 
us at the Bay when they come," said Jo. 


"Engine all right, Mr. Berwick?" asked the 

"Working splendidly," replied Berwick. 

"Very well, then," replied the professor, "we 
will get off at once. ,1 see that the Sea Eagle 
is going to start. Will you give the word, 
captain ?" 

The captain passed the order to the boatswain, 
and an instant later, the crew striking into a chant 
began to wind up the anchor chain, and in a few 
moments came the call : 

"Anchor apeak, sir!" 

"Anchor's fast!" called the boatswain. 

"Ready at the wheel," directed the captain 
from the bridge, where he was standing with the 
professor. The captain rang the bell in the engine 
room, the propeller revolved, slowly at first, then 
more quickly, and the Storm King, gathering 
momentum, was headed through the channel's 
mouth for the open sea. The voyage had begun. 
Anticipations and hopes ran high. What would 
the outcome be? 

"My, but it is good to get the smell of the 
salt again," cried Tom. 

He and Jo were standing in the bow of the 
boat, taking in long breaths of the salt air which 


blew in their faces. The spray from the waves, 
as they curled away from the bow, dashed over 

"And there is better still to come, ,, added Jo. 

"Why, here comes the Marjorie," cried Tom. 
"We are all moving out at once." 

The party on board the Storm King had been 
so much interested in getting under way and in 
watching the Sea Eagle, that they had forgotten 
the other vessel until Tom had noticed it follow- 
ing in their wake about a mile behind. Gaining 
the open sea, much to the surprise of those on 
board the Storm King, the Sea Eagle was headed 
directly to the north under full speed, the heavy 
volume of smoke from her funnel trailing behind 
like a cloud. 



It was true that the Marjorie was following 
in the wake of the other ships, and some word 
respecting her mission will be of interest to the 

Our scene is once more the office of that legal 
adviser of unsavory reputation, to whom earlier 
reference has been made. 

" I have some work for you to do, Captain 

The lawyer leaned back in his revolving chair 
and watched the other man with coldly critical 

"A'm glad teh hear it, sun," replied the other 
in a soft southern drawl. 

The two men were sitting in the inner sanc- 
tum of Attorney Reynolds* office. Unobserved, 
there was lying in a half opened drawer of the 
desk, and within easy reach of his hand a fully 
loaded revolver. There were but few of his clients 


that the lawyer received with the drawer closed. 

"Ah, what is it like?" the captain went on, after 
a short pause, shifting his position to a more 
easy one. 

The captain was tall and slender, with a habit- 
ual slowness of movement that could be changed 
on occasion to a tiger-like celerity. His face was 
thin, with sharply cut features, and dusky brown 
in color. His eyes were black and deeply set 
beneath heavy black eyebrows, and a long, 
sweeping, black moustache hid a thin straight- 
lipped mouth. 

"Do you know the Marjorie?" went on the 

"Ah regret ah have not the pleasure of the 
lady's acquaintance," drawled the captain. 

"Formerly the Mercury, of nowhere in partic- 
ular," added the lawyer. 

The other man started up with a sudden 

"What about her?" he asked. 

"I asked if you knew her," the lawyer went on. 

"Ah reckon ah do," replied the captain with a 
sigh. "Ah never sailed a better boat, sir !" 

"How would you like to sail her again ?" 

The captain started up eagerly, and then sank 

A PLOT. 89 

back again. "Ah reckon there's no such luck 
for me." 

'There may be," returned the lawyer, with 
emphasis on the may. 

"What is it?" demanded the other quickly. 

"I have a bit of work I want done," said the 
lawyer slowly. "If you do it and do it right, the 
command of the Marjorie is yours." 

"Ah'm yoh man," answered the captain. "What 
is it?" 

"Nothing very difficult. Do you know the 
Senor de Cordova?" 

"No. Never heard of him. Who is he?" 

"A very wealthy Mexican, the owner of ? 
big sugar plantation in Cuba." 

"Ah see. Yoh want me to capture him and 
hold him foh ransom?" 

"You are half right," replied the lawyer. "Lis- 
ten. Five days ago, his daughter, the Senorita 
Marie, was captured by Bill Broome. Within the 
next two or three days she will be surrendered 
upon the payment of five thousand dollars. 

"And ah'm to crap the five thousand?" 

"No, wait. The money is to be paid over at 

"Ah know the place, on San Matteo Bay." 


"That's it. Now, I want you to pick up the 
Senor and his daughter and take them on board 
the Marjorie — " 

"What is yoh plan?" 

"With a few men of your own choosing you 
will take the San Matteo trail and meet them as 
they come back. It should be no great thing to 
take them." 

"Ah reckon not. And what am ah to do with 

"Take them on the Marjorie." 

"And then?" 

"That is for you to decide," replied the lawyer. 
"Whatever you like. All that is desired is that 
they do not come back. You understand?" 

"Perfectly. Yoh can be shuah they won't trou- 
ble anyone any mo'." 

"Oh, they don't trouble me any," responded 
the lawyer. "This is a government matter. He 
is shipping guns and ammunition into Cuba. We 
represent the Cuban revolutionists." 

"Ah see," the captain laughed. "Yoh repre- 
sent the government." He was about to say more 
but thought better of it, but his thought was — the 
government is looking for that sugar plantation. 

A PLOT. 91 

"If you do this and make no blunder, the Mar- 
jorie may be yours." 

"So," mused the captain. "The plantation is 
bigger than I thought." 

"She is fully provisioned,' went on the lawyer, 
and the old armament is all aboard, stowed away 
in the hold. You can pick up a crew I suppose?" 

"Ah reckon ah can, if any of the old boys are 
around. Ah'll take a look down around the Bar- 
bary coast." 

"Then you understand the first thing you have 
to do?" 

"Ah reckon ah do." 

"Now, do you know Professor Feathering- 
stone — ?" 

"Never mind the rest," the captain broke in. 
"Yoh mean a mining sharp that was down in the 
South Seas?" 

"That's the man. Broome says that he has a 
chart of a treasure island which lies down that 
way, and he is going down to locate it." 

"Broome is?" 

"No, the professor. Broome has been trying 
to get hold of the chart, but hasn't been able. 
Now, the professor is going out to search for the 


treasure in the Storm King. He has a lot of 
boys, the Frontier Boys, they call them." 

"Ah have heard of them," said the captain, 

"Perhaps," suggested the lawyer, "after you 
have captured the senor, you might follow the 
Storm King and get the chart." 

"Ah see," returned the captain, "but," shaking 
his head, "that will be difficult." 

"Not so difficult when you know the arrange- 
ments made. There will be on board the Storm 
King a friend of yours. He is to secure, if he 
can, the chart. All the particulars of the arrange- 
ment you will find in this letter. Read it care- 
fully and follow out every detail." 

"Anything more?" 

"Yes. Here is the contract. You will read 
carefully and sign." 

The captain laughed, grasping without hesita- 
tion a pen. He read not a word, but laboriously 
penned his name at the point indicated. 

"And now?" he said. 

"That is all. Here is an order to Samson & 
Co'., to turn the ship over to you. A prosperous 
future to you, captain." 

"And to yoh, suh." 

A PLOT. 93 

The two men looked each other in the face for 
a moment, then the captain silently took his 

On leaving the lawyer's office, Captain Beau- 
champ went at once to the office of Samson & Co., 
where, on presentation of the order, the Marjorie 
was turned over to him. Thence to the Barbary 
coast, where he had little difficulty in picking up 
the crew he needed, including a man of his own 
type as mate. These he sent on board at once. 
The engineer was ordered to get everything in 
readiness for immediate departure. To the mate 
he gave directions that on the following after- 
noon he should set out for Playys, a small harbor 
near San Matteo Bay, and there await his coming. 

Selecting two of the crew upon whom he could 
rely, the captain hired a team of horses and a 
driver and set out upon the road to San Matteo. 
They traveled without incident, stopping over 
night at a hotel on the way, until they came 
within about a mile of San Matteo. Here the 
driver with his horses was sent back, they pro- 
ceeding the rest of the way on foot. 

San Matteo Bay is a point at which it will 
be seen many interests are centering. 



"I thought you said that the rendezvous was 
somewhere in the South," drawled Berwick. 

He was standing with Jim and the professor 
on the after-deck of the Storm King, watching 
away in the north the fast disappearing Sea Eagle. 

"So I did, and so it is," answered Jim stoutly. 
"That heading to the north is only a ruse on 
Broome's part to lead us in the wrong direction." 

"Hope you are right, but — " returned Ber- 
wick, leaving the sentence significantly unfinished. 
"I am going down to the engine-room again. Let 
me know if anything new transpires." 

"Which way shall I lay our course, sir ?" asked 
the captain, coming up to where the others were 

The professor, before replying, looked at Jim 

"To the South!" insisted Jim. 

"South it is then," directed the professor. 


"South it is," answered the captain, going back 
to the bridge. 

"We will keep on that course until morning," 
added the professor. "And as there is a fair 
breeze blowing we will proceed under sail. Ask 
Mr. Berwick to bank the fires in the boiler." 

It was now dusk. The stars were showing in 
the sky, and the lights of the Sea Eagle were lost 
in the mist on the horizon. 

For awhile the voyagers sat around on the deck 
listening to the professor's stories of his experi- 
ences in the South Seas, but it had been a long 
and arduous day and they soon began to grow 

"I think," began Tom, in a pause in the talk, 
suppressing a yawn. "I think I shall turn in until 
tim-e for my watch." It had been arranged that 
some one of the four should always be on deck. 

"A very sensible idea," agreed the professor; "I 
think we will all be better for a good night's rest." 

Without incident of note, all through the 
night the Storm King sped on her way south. 

The party were all on deck early the next morn- 
ing. It seemed on looking around that they were 
alone on the wide sweep of water. Way off to 
the west the sails of a vessel showed white like 


the wings of a bird on the horizon, and far away 
to the north was a blur from the smoke o£ a 

It was well along in the morning when the bold 
headline of the cliff that marked the entrance to 
San Matteo Bay came into view, and it was mid- 
dle afternoon when the yacht glided into the bay 
and sought an anchorage. 

"Broome," said the captain, "knows this har- 
bor as he knows his cabin, but I am not familiar 
with any part except that near the entrance. It's 
full of rocks farther in, and I will anchor under 
the lea of these northern cliffs where I know there 
is sufficient depth of water." 

The harbor covered an area of several square 
miles, and there was to be seen only one other 
vessel, a small lugger which lay close to the lower 
end of the bay. 

"Well," remarked Berwick, looking about the 
harbor. "Our piratical friend Broome doesn't 
seem to have kept the appointment you made for 
him, Jim." 

"Not yet," replied Jim, "but there is still time 

"And you still hold to the opinion this is the 
place?" asked the professor. 


"I may be mistaken," replied Jim, "but I don't 
believe I am. In any case the morning will deter- 
mine. I am for going ashore then, and will inves- 

Watches were set for the night, and for each 
interval of two hours one of the boys was on 
duty. Tom was on deck during the darkest period 
between two and four, and shortly before the 
latter hour he noted at a distance, although he 
could not see the ship, the noise of machinery, 
and felt sure that a newcomer had entered the 

None were surprised at early dawn to observe 
the Sea Eagle riding quietly at anchor well to- 
ward the inner shore of the harbor, and some 
two and one-half miles distant. 

Alongside of the Sea Eagle was a boat of non- 
descript appearance, the one they had seen the 
night before, and it was evident that the masters 
of the two ships had business of importance in 

"By Jove, old fellow/' cried Berwick, address- 
ing Jim, "you were right after all. It is her, all 
right. We had better be getting ready." 

"Better go fully armed," advised the professor. 
"You know that they are a pretty tough lot." 


"Tough enough," agreed Berwick, "but I think 
we can take care of ourselves. I am not afraid 
to tackle anyone except that fiend of a Mexican. 
He is so little and slippery that I never feel quite 
safe when he is around." 

"I think we have seen the last of him," put 
in Tom. 

"Perhaps," doubted Berwick, "but I don't be- 
lieve it. He's got more lives than a score of cats." 

"Will you need any help from the crew or 
myself?" asked the professor. 

"No," replied Jim, "I think we can take care 
of the situation, and beside," he laughed, "some- 
one will have to look after this yacht or Broome 
will be getting away with her. 

"He will have a jolly good time doing it," 
asserted the professor. "By the way, Mr. Ber- 
wick, you might attach a hose to the boiler so 
we can give them a warm reception if they try to 
come on board." 

"What are your plans, Jim," the professor 

"First and foremost to see that the compact 
for the surrender of their prisoner, the Senorita, 
is carried out. Beyond that I must be guided by 


"While Captain Broome is ashore with his 
men may be your opportunity to get back your 

"I have that in mind, but any move now before 
she is free would add to the peril of the young 

While they had been talking, the long-boat had 
been lowered and was now alongside the gang- 

"All aboard,'' directed Jim. 

Each member of the party was armed with a 
rifle and a revolver. It took but a moment for 
the five to get into the boat. Jim and Juarez 
took the oars. 

"Where are you going to land, Jim," asked 
Berwick, who had taken the tiller. "It won't 
do to venture very close to the Sea Eagle." 

"The first point where we can find a landing 
place on the north shore. They will hardly see 
us at this distance." 

"Just over here is a good place," suggested 
Tom, indicating a break in the rocky cliff where 
the land sloped down to the water. 

It was only a short pull to the shore, and ten 
minutes later the boat was run up on a sandy 
beach, and the comrades disembarked. Making 


the painter fast to a large rock, the party, under 
the lead of Jim, set out for the other end of the 

It was slow moving through the tangled under- 
brush, and nearly two hours were consumed in a 
roundabout trip which brought them to a point, 
where, themselves unobserved, a close and distinct 
view of the Sea Eagle and the lugger was obtain- 

Everyone on board the two boats was busily 
engaged in the task of transferring from the 
lugger's hold numerous boxes, cases and casks, 
which were «being stored aboard the Sea Eagle. 

Berwick clutched Jim's arm. "See," he gasped, 
"on the afterdeck ! What did I tell you ?" 

"Manuel," muttered Jim, with almost a 

"It means trouble," grumbled Berwick. 

"Nonsense," responded Jim. But there was 
lacking the usual tone of assurance in his voice. 
He looked at his brothers and Juarez. No one 
spoke. All seemed imbued with the same feel- 
ing of inexpressible nervous concern. Was it a 
foreboding of some impending danger? 

Very silently now the party pushed on, and a 
little later they were able to get a good view of 


the stretch of land occupying the space between 
the water's edge and the foot hills, which were a 
full mile away. 

It was a level plain with a few large eucalyptus 
trees of considerable growth clustered a short dis- 
tance from the shore. 

One particularly large tree of the group at- 
tracted Jim's attention, and indicating this one, he 
announced : 

"That is where the meeting will be held." 

The others looked at him in astonishment. To 
them the trees all looked alike. 

"How do you know?" they chorused. 

"See the birds flying about?" There were flying 
through the air a number of birds. Occasionally 
some of them lit for an interval, but never upon 
the tree Jim had pointed out. 

"But what of that?" asked Tom. 

"There is some one in that tree," explained 
Jim. "That is why, as you will notice, the birds 
alight on the other trees, but never upon that one." 

Observing for a continuous period the actions 
of the birds their maneuvers seemed to confirm 
Jim's theory. 

"This then," determined Jim, "is our place of 
observation when it comes to the surrendering of 


the Senorita and the paying of the ransom. We 
cannot be seen here, but can get quickly into ac- 
tion and upon the scene if there is need." 

"We have the place of ambush," said Berwick, 
"and the next thing to find out, if we can, is, when 
the villains are to complete the transaction." 

"For that purpose I am going to attempt to 
hunt out the senor, and try to secure, if possible, 
an interview with him." 

Jim had noticed that a faintly marked trail led 
inland from the shore, and a short way up the 
nearest hill was seen a low bungalow with out- 
buildings which Jim concluded was a way-house 
or inn, and the likely stopping place of the Senor. 

"What are we to do?" asked Tom. 

"You four remain here on guard and fire two 
shots in quick succession if I am wanted." 

Saying this, Jim strode away in the direction 
of the foot hills, but sheltered the while from ob- 
servation by the forest and underbrush. 

It was as Jim surmised. On the veranda of 
the inn sat the senor intently reading a book. As 
Jim approached, no other person was in sight. 

"Buena diaz, Senor," called Jim. 

Instantly the Senor sprang to his feet, observ- 


ing Jim for the first time and facing him with a 
stern, uncompromising look. 

"So you are concerned in this evil venture, 
you — " 

"On the contrary," broke in Jim, himself great- 
ly surprised. "I have come to help you." 

"I have no need of help," asserted the Senor, 
unbending not the least, suspicion in his voice. 

Jim was staggered for a moment and at a loss 
for words. Here was an obstacle he had not 
thought of. Finally he ventured the inquiry : — 

"You have not, however, recovered your daugh- 
ter, the Senorita?" 


"And until you do, I assure you, there is grave 

Something in Jim's tones seemed to impress 
the Senor with his sincerity, and his future speech 
indicated the return of confidence. 

"My daughter is abducted. By whom, I know 
not. How did you know of this?" 

"Just by chance," replied Jim. "But tell me 
about the capture?" 

"But I know nothing," protested the Senor. 
"She went out and came not back. Then I got 
word that these men, — these — " the Senor 


stopped. "They warned me to say nothing or 
that they would kill her." 

"Unless you paid them so much money," added 

"And you know that, too. It was much — five 
thousand dollars — but that is nothing if I have 
my daughter safe again. You think they will 

"I think they will try to get the reward," said 
Jim, cautiously. 

"And if they do not come, you will help me 
find her?" the Senor asked, looking into Jim's 

"Assuredly," responded Jirn. "But tell me 
about the arrangements you have made." 
' The Senor glanced about, then walked with 
Jim a little distance from the inn. There was no 
apparent need for the precaution, for there was 
no one to be seen about the place. 

"At five o'clock today, at an appointed spot, a 
tree below here, I am to be met by someone who 
will receive the money." 

"Yes," said Jim, "and you already have your 
men perched in the branches of the tree." 

The Senor made an exclamation of intense 


"It is the large eucalyptus on the margin of 
the grove," continued Jim. 

"Yes. Yes. You seem to know all." 

"All I must know to aid you effectively," said 
Jim, earnestly. "You speak about the money, but 
your daughter, what of her?" 

'That is arranged. She is to be seen by me 
before the money is given up. She is to be near 
at hand. I am to see her, it is promised, sitting 
in a small boat near the shore, and in the care of 
a good woman who has been her companion." 

Jim could not restrain a laugh. The idea of 
applying any such word as "good wornan" to the 
virago on board the Sea Eagle. 

"Captain Broome's sister?" suggested Jim, in- 

"Captain Broome's sister," repeated the Senor. 
"It is not possible. The captain is a comrade, a 
friend, engaged by me to carry arms and arma- 
ment to my confreres in Cuba. Ah, what am I 
saying to you, James ? My secret, in my anxiety 
for my daughter, my secret I have told, you must 
not repeat or disclose." 

"Your secret is safe, Senor, but your daughter 
is on board the Sea Eagle now, and Broome, 
whatever he may be, is not to be trusted." 


"I am amazed. It is true the Sea Eagle is in 
the harbor. So I was told by the innkeeper this 
morning. But I knew for what purpose, and I 
was glad to think that someone was near on 
whom I could rely in case of need. Then I have 
my trusted man, as you surmised, in the tree to 
give aid if called upon. But how know you all 
and so many of these things?" 

"Perhaps I know more. You arranged all the 
plans through a certain lawyer in San Francisco ?" 

"Yes. Yes." 

"And he sold you out." 

"What do you mean?" 

"That he plotted with Broome to get your 
daughter into his hands, that they might wring 
another five thousand out of you." 

"How dare they!" He thought a few mo- 
ments, his face livid with suppressed rage. Then 
he continued, "They probably counted on my in- 
tense interest in Cuban affairs, of which I told 
you, to save themselves. But they are mistaken. 
I will kill them both." 

"Just now," interrupted Jim, "we must attend 
to the business in hand." 

"I put the matter in your control." 

"At the hour named," suggested Jim, "do you 


go to the appointed place. I will be in hiding 
near at hand with the others of my party. There 
will be five of us/' 

"And what am I to do ?" 

"Do exactly as you have planned. Do not, I 
beg of you, vary one iota. Let your man in the 
tree know that he must be ready for quick action." 

"You have ever my thanks!" said the Senor. 

Very carefully, Jim went over in anticipation 
every move of the arrangement. When about to 
take leave, the Senor wrung his hand expressing 
his gratitude and they parted. Jim rejoined his 
party and found them eating the lunch they had 
brought with them from the ship. 

During the afternoon Jim scouted around the 
country to the north of them with a result that 
had much bearing upon the future, but he was on 
hand with the others long before the appointed 



We must now revert to the afternoon on which 
the redoubtable Captain Broome sailed from the 
harbor of San Francisco. It will be recalled that 
his was the first of the three vessels to leave the 
harbor. The captain was sitting in the cabin of 
the Sea Eagle in consultation with the Mexican 
dwarf whom, concealed in a hamper, he had 
smuggled on board. It was their purpose to have 
the boys think that the dwarf had been drowned 
at the time he had slipped from the professor's 
grasp and plunged into the waters of the bay. 

The captain was sitting in a revolving chair 
in front of the desk, whose top was strewn with 
papers and charts over which he had been pour- 
ing. His thoughts apparently had not been par- 
ticularly pleasing, for there was a scowl upon his 
hard face which looked harder than ever, and 
there was an ugly glitter in his eye which boded 
evil for whoever crossed his path. Nevertheless, 


the dwarf, who was seated, or rather perched, 
upon the top of a worn and battered sea chest 
at the opposite side of the room, regarded him 
with indifference. If there was anything upon 
the face of the earth or of its waters of which 
the Mexican was afraid or which had the power 
to make him blench, he had never met it. 

For a moment or two the captain glared at 
the dwarf, who returned his look indifferently. 

"A nice mess you've made of this business/' 
growled the captain. 

"It wasn't my fault," returned the dwarf 

'Then I suppose it was mine," snapped the 

The dwarf shrugged his shoulders. 

"You wouldn't let me put a knife in him," he 
snarled venomously. "The sharks would have 
had him now." 

"Bah !" sneered the captain. "Can't you think 
of anything better than that? Besides, there are 
four of them. That's too clumsy, anyway. 
And," he went on after a moments pause, "I 
don't believe you could have done it. Jim Dar- 
lington is too smart for you." 

If it was the captain's intention to arouse all 


the malignity and vindictivenes of the hunch- 
back's nature to the utmost, he certainly suc- 
ceeded. The dwarf's eyes blazed with fire, his 
form trembled with rage and his voice when 
he spoke resembled more the hiss of an angry 
snake than the utterance of a human being. 

"Leave him to me now/' he hissed. "I will 
make an end of this Senor James and his whole 
tribe. ,, 

There was a devilish malignity in the way he 
spoke that stirred even the captain, callous as 
he was. 

"All right," replied the captain, "if that's the 
way you feel about them, I guess you'll take 
care of the matter all right." 

Getting upon his feet with an inarticulate 
growl, the captain lurched across the cabin and 
up the companion way to the deck, where a quick 
glance around assured him that there was no 
one within eavesdropping distance. Returning 
to the cabin he dropped heavily into the chair 

"So the professor is back again?" 

The dwarf made a surly gesture of assent. 

"Why didn't you get the chart?" 

"How could I? I paid the porter five dollars 


to let me handle the bag for a minute, but there 
was nothing in it." 

"Why didn't you take the bag?" 

"Wnat was the good ? There was nothing in it, 
and beside there was no chance." 

"Where did he pick up those Darlington 

"Who knows? He came with them on the 
train — all except Jim." 

"What has this Jim been doing?" went on 
the captain. 

"Nothing. He is crazy. Since I saw you, 
I followed him here, there, everywhere." 

"Did he know you were following him?" 

"He? No. He is the imbecile." 

"Do you think he knows where we are going?" 

"No." The dwarf laughed contemptuously. 
"He knows nothing. They are all of them to 
hunt for the treasure. He thinks no more of 
the girl." 

"Don't be too sure of that," returned the cap- 
tain. "I think he is on our trail, but we will 
give him the slip yet. And we will be rid of her, 
the day after to-morrow." 

"What are you going to do with her?" asked 
the dwarf. 


"Put her ashore at San Matteo. If we don't 
get rid of her pretty soon he will be bringing 
the whole pack down on us." 

"Him!" muttered the dwarf, "leave Jim to 
me. But he thinks more of the gold." 

"Why didn't you at least get the papers from 

"Carambo!" hissed the dwarf. "Why didn't 
I? I had the bag and those clumsy gringoes 
were chasing one another in the dark, when the 
professor, maledictions upon him, came in my 
way. Who would have looked for him there?" 

"And he picked you up and spanked you like 
a bad little boy," said Broome, maliciously. 

"Curses on him!" howled the dwarf. "But 
I — I, Manuel de Gorgiza," he struck, himself on 
the chest, "will have my revenge on them all. 
But I fooled them. I swam under the water, 
and while they waited for me to come up I am 
under the dock, and I laugh at them all for the 
fools that they are. They think that I am down 
at the bottom of the bay, but I will have them 

"It is time we were getting under way," said 
the captain, rising. "You will have to postpone 
your revenge until we come back." 


Going on deck, the captain gave orders to start 
and in a short time the Sea Eagle was on her 
course out through the Golden Gate. 

"I wonder if they will follow us," mused the 

It need only to be recalled that the Sea Eagle 
on leaving the harbor headed north, and when 
the captain was satisfied that he was not followed 
the ship's course was altered. 

"The little Mexican was right. Them boys 
are looking for the gold," the captain decided, 
rubbing his gorilla-like hands together with satis- 

The next day, however, when the Sea Eagle 
had entered San Matteo Bay and Captain 
Broome discovered the Storm King, he almost 
exploded with wrath. But the dwarf, who had 
been standing on the afterdeck, and with a spy- 
glass watching the other boat, had seen the boys 
go on shore. His crafty mind had even then 
conceived a plan of revenge worthy of the arch 
fiend himself. 

Having devised his scheme, the dwarf went at 
once to Captain Broome, who was on the for- 
ward deck directing the stowing away of the stuff 


that was being transferred from the lugger to 
the Sea Eagle. 

The captain listened attentively as the Mexican 
unfolded his plan. When the dwarf had con- 
cluded, Broome removed his hat and bowed gra- 
ciously. His only comment was : "I take off my 
hat to you." 



The Senor had passed an anxious day. He 
had at first thought of going on board the Sea 
Eagle and demand surrender of his daughter. 
But he feared, after the revelation made by Jim, 
that he would be but placing in Broome's hands 
opportunity for further evil. 

At four o'clock, therefore, he summoned the 
inn-keeper, who brought from the corral two 
horses. One the Senor mounted, and leading the 
other, he started for the arranged place of meet- 
ing. Jim and his party were at that moment in 
hiding, as had been arranged. 

The task of loading the Sea Eagle had evi- 
dently been completed, and the ship itself, under 
the influence of the tide which was then running 
out, was moving very slowly toward the' ocean 
end of the harbor. 

With a begrimmed and patched sail flapping 
listlessly, the lugger could be seen riding motion- 
less at anchor. 



There was a brief interval of suspense, then 
there was observed, moving toward the shore 
from under the lea of the lugger, a small boat. 
In it were three persons, all well known to Jim. 
The Senorita sat in the stern, and so was facing 
them. At the oars was a big fellow with a 
bristling red moustache, close-cropped hair, and 
evil looking black eyes. ' An equally big, red 
haired woman, Big Annie, the captain's sister, 
was in the bow. This woman, as Jim knew 
from sad experience, was as powerful as a man. 

When the boat grounded, Big Annie sprang 
lightly ashore, and walked rapidly toward the 
appointed tree under which stood the Senor, hold- 
ing the bridles of his two horses. 

The watching party hidden from observation 
were not close enough to the Senor to hear what 
was said by either he or Big Annie when they 
met. They saw the former take from his saddle 
bag a heavy package which he gave the woman. 

"There is the money!" cried Jim, excitedly. 

"Shall we stop them?" asked Juarez. 

"No," answered Jim, "but I fear that he is 
making a mistake. He was not to give up the 
money till his daughter was on shore." 

"But you are not going to let them get away 



with the money, are you?" asked Berwick dis- 

"It seems we must," returned Jim. "At least 
we must for the present. But I mean to get that 

"Huh!" muttered Tom. "There is no time 
like now." 

"All we can do now," protested Jim, "is to 
see that the Senorita is safe. She is still in these 
villains' hands, and if we show ourselves, it will 
be an excuse for them to try to get away with 
her. That's what I fear, anyway." 

"See!" called Jo, "the Senor is walking with 
the woman toward the boat." 

"And he promised me to stay at the tree." 

Jim was wild with anxiety, yet dare not 
make known his presence. But the opportunity 
to act was close at hand. 

Reaching the shore, the Senor and his daugh- 
ter were exchanging salutations, while the 
woman Annie sprang lightly into the boat, and 
it was then swung about, seemingly to allow the 
girl to land. The man rose from his seat as 
if to lend aid. Big Annie took the oars, and 
immediately, with quickly repeated strokes im- 
pelled by her powerful arms, the boat shot away. 


At the same instant the man grasped the Senor- 
ita, holding her before him so as to protect him- 
self from harm should the Senor be armed. This 
all happened far more quickly than it can be de- 

Now, all too late, the party in hiding sprang 

"Help! Help!" called the Senorita. "Save 
me, Senor James !" She had at once recognized 
him among the party. 

It was a desperate situation. The boys were 
too far away to be of aid. It was impossible 
to shoot at the man xfithout risking the life of 
the girl. Twice Jim raised his rifle and let it 
drop, while the Senorita's call for help rang in 
his ears. 

The Irishman continued to hold the Senorita 
as a shield, and the woman, knowing the boys 
would not shoot her, fiercely swung the oars of 
the boat, which was headed toward the lugger. 

In a few moments Jim and his party were at 
the shore, where the Senor in desperation raged 
now that it was all too late, bemoaning his over- 
confidence and its result. 

"What shall we do?" cried Tom. 

"Get back to the Storm King as quick as we 


can," cried Jim, in a frenzy. "We will run the 
yacht down and get her if we have to follow them 
to the end of the world. Coine on !" 

The boys, headed by Jim, started off on the 
run, when they were halted by a shout from 

"Here's a boat!" he cried. 

Half hidden in the bushes which fringed the 
shore was the little dinghy of the lugger. 

To seize the boat and rush it down to the water 
was but the work of a moment. 

"But we haven't any oars!" cried Tom. 

"Here is one. Yes, a pair!" exclaimed Jo, 
who had been rummaging in the bushes. 

"Let me go with you," pleaded the Senor. 

"I am sorry," replied Jim, "but the boat will 
only hold three, and some will have to stay on 
shore. There is serious work ahead of us. We 
don't know how many there may be on board the 

"Then let me be of the party, I implore you! 
I am an expert marksman, and can hit the eye 
of the bull at a hundred yards." 

"Good !" cried Jim. "Juarez, you are the best 
long distance runner amongst us. Will you give 
the Senor your rifle and run as fast as you can 


back to the ship and tell the professor to come 
to our aid with the Storm King?" 

Without a word, Juarez handed his rifle to 
the Senor and was off with a speed that carried 
him over the ground almost as fast as a horse 
could gallop. 

Leaving Jo and Tom on shore to menace the 
escaping party with their rifles if there was 
opportunity, and with Berwick at the oars, the 
dinghy was headed for the lugger. 

Barely had they covered a third the distance 
when they were surprised to hear a call from the 
Senorita, and looking in the direction of the 
sound they discovered her standing alone on 
board the lugger. 

Her captors had disappeared, as they were 
soon to learn. Having first run under the lea 
of the lugger, they had aided the Senorita to 
climb on board, and they themselves keeping the 
while out of sight of Jim's party, had rapidly 
rowed the boat around a point of land and were 
nowhere to be seen. 

That they were to board the Sea Eagle, which 
was still to be observed dropping down the har- 
bor was doubtless their intent, but why had they 
surrendered the Senorita? Why taken all the 


trouble and risk to recapture and put her on 
board the lugger? It was an enigma for which 
they were later to find a solution. , 

Jim and his party lost no time in boarding the 
lugger. The meeting of father and daughter 
was affecting, and Jim was covered with con- 
fusion by the profuse thanks of the young lady. 
He beat a hasty retreat to the dinghy, where he 
was held in conversation for a few minutes by 
the Senor, then going ashore, he picked up Tom 
and Jo. He also carried a message to the Senor's 
man. His presence in the tree had not proved 
of service through no fault of his own. He was 
now ordered to take the horses back to the inn. 

On Jim's return to the lugger he had a fur- 
ther conference with the Senor and told him that 
in a scouting trip during the afternoon he had 
run across a party of three, bandits he took them 
to be, and listening unobserved to their conversa- 
tion, he had learned of their intention to capture 

"Do you know of a Captain Beauchamp?" Jim 


"May it not be yourself and your daughter 
that they are after?" Jim asked in conclusion. 


The Senor was visibly agitated. "For myself 
alone I have no fear," he said, "but, alas, my 
daughter, and she has already suffered so much." 

"If I could go with you — " 

'That's it," broke in the Senor, "if you and 
your brothers will accompany us, we all could be 
quite safe." 

Jim was complimented by this confidence, and 
was very loath to hesitate, but his obligations to 
the professor compelled. He must first refer the 
matter to him. Then an idea occurred to Jim, 
another course was suggested. 

Would the Senor's party go on board the 
Storm King, and when again at sea seek a trans- 
fer to some passing merchant ship bound for 
San Francisco? 

The plan well appealed to the Senor, and now 
the best method of getting on board the Storm 
King was considered. 

While they were talking, as the darkening at- 
mosphere indicated, a storm was brewing, and 
appeared likely to break very shortly over the 
hills and bay. The trip by land would be tedious 
indeed, particularly for the - Senorita. The 
dinghy would carry but three, and Jim thought, 
too, that every minute lost would prejudice his 


chances for the recovery of the Sea Eagle. One 
object of his trip had been accomplished, the 
rescue of the Senorita. Now his thoughts turned 
to the Sea Eagle which at that moment was 
doubtless upon the ocean and headed for Cuba. 
At least he knew its destination. 

The thought occurred to Jim. Why not make 
use of the lugger on which they now were? Sug- 
gestion was promptly followed by action. Under 
Jim's direction the anchor was quickly raised, the 
patchwork sail was trimmed and made secure. If 
the approaching storm held off a bit they could 
make the run to the Storm King in short order. 

With the relaxation from the intense anxiety 
of the hours just passed through, the party was 
indeed a happy one. Even their Nemesis, the 
villianous Mexican, was forgotten. The Senor 
and Berwick — the latter was at the helm — found 
subjects to discuss of mutual interest. 

The Senorita, meantime, told Jim of her 
experience on board the Sea Eagle, where she had 
been for some time a prisoner, and he related 
very modestly some of the efforts he had made 
to rescue her. 

It was beyond the dinner hour, but that fact 


was forgotten. The Senorita, however, was 

"Was there possibly water on board to drink?" 

Jim offered to investigate. He had seen 
through the hatchway in the dim region of the 
hold a cask or two. He climbed down a broken 
ladder to institute a search. The first cask when 
struck with his boot gave out a sound indicating 
that it was empty. But there was dimly seen 
another cask farther aft. Even near the open 
hatchway it was dark indeed, and the approach- 
ing storm made the gloom almost impenetrable. 

The second cask was open, the head was out. 
This fact he determined by feeling about, and 
reaching down his hand encountered a dry, 
powdery ingredient. He noted now that there 
was a dividing partition just aft, on which his 
hand rested. The partition, he discovered, was 
hot with an unnatural heat, while the air about 
him was cool. What was the powdery stuff in 
the cask? He could not see, but a little held in 
i his hand by sense of smell he recognized. And 
now a crackling sound beyond the partition wall 
reached his ear. 

The whole picture of their awful position at 
once flashed upon his mind. The lugger was a 


veritable trap. They had been beguiled aboard 
with but one horrible purpose in view. There 
were people Captain Broome wished to annihilate. 
The Senor was surely one, Jim and his party 
the others. The substance in the cask was pow- 
der. Doubtless there was more of the same stuff 
about. The boat was on fire. 

With one bound Jim was back to the ladder, 
and was quickly on deck. The deep intonation 
of a crash of thunder reverberated through the 
air, drowning for the moment his voice. Jo saw 
his blanched face and knew that something un- 
usual had happened. 

There was no uncertainty in Jim's commands. 

"Quick ! Instantly, Senor ! Your daughter and 
Berwick into the dinghy ! Ask no questions. We 
have not a moment to lose!" 

Even as he spoke he was drawing the dinghy 
alongside, Jo springing to his aid. 

Tom, put into the boat the guns and the Sen- 
orita's handbag! Now, quick, Berwick, man the 
oars! Row with all your might away from this 

No one had uttered a sound. Jim's white face 
showed there must be motive back of his com- 
mand, and instant action followed. Quickly 


those ordered to do so had taken their place in 
•the boat. 

''You are not going to stay and face the dan- 
ger, whatever it is, alone ?" questioned Berwick. 
The oars were even then bending to the first 
stroke of his powerful effort. Jim deigned no 

'Tom, Jo, into the water both of you, and 
swim with the boat !" . 

Such is the value of quick obedience to com- 
mand. With no explanation and without a single 
question both sprang into the waters of the bay, 
followed by Jim himself. 

"What's it all about?" Jo finally gasped. 

"Not yet. Not yet," repeated Jim, but even 
as he spoke there came from the lugger the sound 
of a most terrible scream. Human voice could 
not give utterance to sound more horrible. All 
the party in the boat and the swimmers in the 
water turned toward the direction from which 
it came to note the cause. 

At the cabin window in the stern of the aban- 
doned vessel was a face distorted by agony. The 
person's arms were flung wildly about. It was 
the Mexican dwarf. He it was who had planned 
the trap in which he now found himself caught. 


He had set fire to the lugger and was intending 
to make his escape in the dinghy. The scream 
had come when he realized that his one avenue 
of escape was cut off, that his plot had miscarried. 

Even as the horrified observers noted the con- 
ditions there came an appalling, thunderous crash. 
Debris rilled the air. The old lugger and the evil 
face at the window were gone — gone, forever. 

The storm so long delayed broke now in all 
its fury. Jim's party were safe, and thankful for 
their preservation, but in a rather dubious pre- 
dicament, although it was really no more wet in 
the water than in the boat. Each of the boys 
rested a hand on the gunwhale of the little craft 
and discussed their next move. The problem 
was soon solved for them, Juarez, together with 
the steward from the ship, rowing the long boat 
was seen approaching. 

On board the Storm King, the rescued party 
when they arrived were made comfortable. Jim 
learned that the Sea Eagle had been quietly man- 
euvered down the harbor, and under close reefed 
sail had disappeared into the obscurity of the 

Jim's disappointment was keen, but he felt that 
he had much to be thankful for, and was not 


the Senorita, herself, a member of the party for 
a time at least? 

"Besides," said the professor, offering consola- 
tion, "mayhap you will make enough from the 
recovered treasure to buy half a dozen Sea 
Eagles." But there was another possibility 
which the professor did not foresee. 

The storm lasted well into the night, but the 
Storm King was riding meanwhile safely at 
anchor. The following morning saw them once 
more upon the ocean every sail set and south- 



There were unvarying, placid seas and happy- 
hours during the next two days. One item was 
occasionally commented upon. There could be 
seen at a distance, which seemed never to change, 
a steam yacht. But doubtless this was only a 

To Jim especially, and perhaps to the Senor- 
ita, the hours were brief indeed, and when on 
deck they were always in each other's company. 

All the party, with the professor as principal 
spokesman, were assembled after the evening meal, 
and details were given of experiences in hunt- 
ing and other activities. The professor's jour- 
neying had not been confined to the South Seas, 
and having mentioned the then scarcely known 
great country in the Canadian Rockies, he was 
asked to tell about his adventures there. 

"It's a far cry from here to Saskatchewan, but 
I recall," said the professor, "a trip that I made a 


good many years ago, when I first went out to 
deal with the fur traders. 

"At the time I speak of our brigade of four 
boats lay moored on the banks of the great Sas- 
katchewan, which river, you know, takes its rise 
amid the rugged steps of the Rocky Mountains, 
flows through the great prairies and woodlands of 
the interior of Rupert's Land, and discharges into 
Lake Winnipeg. 

"On this morning the men were ashore at 
breakfast. On a low gravelly point that jutted 
out into the stream smoked three large fires, over 
which stood three rudely constructed tripods, from 
which depended three enormous tin kettles. Rob- 
biboo was the delectable substance contained in 
these kettles. Pemmican is a compound of dried 
buffalo meat, melted fat, and hair — the latter be- 
ing an accidental ingredient. Mix pemmican 
with flour and water, boil and stir till it thickens, 
and the result will be 'robbiboo.' 

"Around these kettles stood, and sat, and re- 
clined, and smoked, about thirty of the wildest 
and heartiest fellows that ever trod the wilderness. 
Most of them were French Canadians ; many were 
half-breeds; some were Orkney-men; and one or 
two were the copper-colored natives of the soil. 


But Canadians, Scotch, and savages they were all 
employed by the Hudson's Bay Fur Company; 
they were all burned to the same degree of brown- 
ness by the summer sun ; they all laughed and 
talked, and ate robbiboo more or less — generally 
more; and they were all clad in the dress of the 
northwest voyagenr. A loose-fitting capote, with 
a hood hanging down the back; a broad scarlet 
or parti-colored worsted sash round the waist; a 
pair of cloth leggings, sometimes blue, sometimes 
scarlet, occasionally ornamented with bright silk 
or bead work,' and gartered at the knees a pair of 
chamois leather-like moccasins made of deer skin; 
a round bonnet or a red nightcap, or a nondescript 
hat, or nothing. 

\ " 'Ho ! ho !' shouted the gruff voice of the 
guide, as the men, having emptied the kettles, 
were hastily filling and lighting their pipes — 'em- 
bark, my lads, embark/ 

"In five minutes the boats were afloat, and 
the crews were about to shove off, when the cry 
was raised, 'Mr. Berry! hold on — where' s Mr. 

"Poor Berry ! I must tell you about him. He 
was one of those people that are always late, 
always missing, always in the wrong place at the 


right time, and in the right place at the wrong 
time. His companions — of whom there were two 
in charge of the boats along with himself — called 
him an 'old wife/ but qualified the title with the 
remark that he was a 'good soul/ nevertheless. 
And so he was — a beardless youth of twenty-two, 
with a strong tendency to scientific pursuits, but 
wofully incompetent to use his muscles aright. 
He was forever falling into the water, constantly 
cutting his fingers with his knife, and frequently 
breaking the trigger of his fowling-piece in his 
attempts to discharge it at half-cock. Yet he was 
incomparably superior to his more 'knowing' com- 
rades in all the higher qualities of manhood." 

"At the moment his name was called, he sprang 
from the bushes, laden with botanical specimens, 
and crying, 'Stop! stop! I'm coming,' he rushed 
down to the boat of which he had the special 
charge, and leaped in. Five minutes more, and 
the brigade was sweeping down the Saskatchewan, 
while the men bent hastily to their oars, and filled 
the shrubbery on the river's bank and the wide 
prairies beyond with the ringing tones of one of 
their characteristic and beautiful canoe songs. 

"The sun was flooding the horizon with gold 
as it sank to rest. The chorus of the boatmen 


had ceased, and the only sound that broke the 
stillness of the quiet evening was the slow and 
regular stroke of the heavy oars, which the men 
plied unceasingly. On turning one of the bends 
of the river, which disclosed a somewhat extended 
vista ahead, several black objects were observed 
near the water's edge. 

" 'Hist !' exclaimed the foremost guide, 'they 
are buffaloes. ! 

" 'A terre, a terre !' cried the men, in a hoarse 

• "A powerful sweep of the steering oar sent the 
boat into a little bay, where it was quickly joined 
by the others. 

" 'Now, then, let the crack shots be off into the 
bush/ cried the man in charge of the brigade. 
'Away with you, Gaspard, Antoine, Jacques. 
Mind you don't waste powder and shoot only old 
bulls. Hallo! Mr. Berry, not so fast; let the 
hunters to the front.' 

" 'Ah ! Misser Berry him berry bad shot/ re- 
marked a middle-aged Indian, regarding the 
youth somewhat contemptuously. Berry armed 
for the chase with frantic haste, dashing about 
and tumbling over everything in search of his 
powder-horn and shot-pouch, which were always 


mislaid, and moving the muzzle of his gun hither 
and thither in such a way as to place the lives of 
his men in constant and deadly peril. He started 
at last, with the speed of a hunted deer, and made 
a bold sweep into the woods in order to head the 
buffaloes. Here he squatted down behind a bush, 
to await their coming. 

"A short time sufficed to bring the stealthy 
hunters within range. Three shots were fired, 
and two animals fell to the ground; while a third 
staggered with difficulty after its companions, as 
they bounded through the woods towards the 
prairies, headed by the patriarchal bull of the 
herd. This majestic animal had a magnificently 
shaggy mane and a pair of wild glittering eyes, 
that would have struck terror into the stoutest 
heart; but Berry was short-sighted; moreover, 
he had concealed himself behind a shrub, through 
which, as he afterwards remarked, he 'could see 
nicely.' No doubt of it; but the bush was such 
a scraggy and ill-conditioned shrub that the buf- 
falo bull could see through it just as nicely, and 
charged, with a hideous bellow, at the unfortu- 
nate youth as it came up the hill. 

"Berry prepared to receive him. For once he 
remembered to cock his piece; for once his aim 


was true, and he hit the huge animal on the fore- 
head at a distance of ten yards; but he might as 
well have fired against the side of a house; the 
thick skull, covered with its dense matting of 
coarse hair, was thoroughly ball-proof. 

"The bull still came on. Just at this moment 
another shot was fired, and the animal hurled 
forward in a complete somersault; the bush was 
crushed to atoms, and Berry was knocked head- 
over-heels to the ground, where he lay extended 
at full length beside his slaughtered foe. 
^ " 'Ah ! pauvre enfant,' cried Antoine, running 
up and lifting Berry's head from the ground. 'Is 
you hurt ver' moch ? Dat bull him break de ribs 
I 'fraid.' 

"Antoine's fears were groundless. In half an 
hour the youth was as well as ever, though some- 
what shaken by the fall. The choice morsels of 
the dead buffalo were cut off by the men with 
an adroit celerity that was quite marvelous, and 
in a very short time the boats were again rapidly 
descending the stream. 

'The bivouac that night resounded with more 
vigorous mirth than usual. The camp fires blazed 
with unwonted power and brilliancy. The cook's 
office — no sinecure at any time — became a post 


of absolute slavery; for there was a glorious feast 
held beneath the spreading trees of the forest, and 
the bill of fare was 'buffalo-steaks and marrow- 
bones.' But if the feast was noisy, the hours that 
succeeded it were steeped in profound silence. 
Each man, having smoked his pipe, selected for 
his couch the softest spot of ground he could find, 
and, wrapping himself in his blanket, laid him 
down to rest. The deep breathing of untroubled 
slumber was the only sound that floated from the 
land and mingled with the rippling of the river; 
and not a hand or foot was moved until, at day- 
break,, the loud halloo of the guide aroused the 
sleepers to their daily toil. 

"A week or two passed, and we had left the 
lands of the buffalo far behind us, and were sail- 
ing over the broad bosom of Lake Winnipeg. It 
was calm and polished as a sheet of glass when 
we entered it, but it did not remain long thus. A 
breeze arose, the sails were hoisted, and away we 
went out into the wide ocean of fresh water. 
Lake Winnipeg is a veritable ocean. Its waves 
rival those of the salt sea in magnitude, and they 
break upon a shore composed in many places of 
sand and pebbles. If we sail straight out upon 
it, the shore behind us sinks in the horizon; but 


no opposite shore rises to view, and the unbroken 
circle of sky and water is presented to our gaze, 
as it appears on the great ocean itself. 

"The wind rose almost to a gale as we careered 
over the billows, but the men had to keep up in- 
cessant bailing. It was almost too much for us; 
but no one murmured, for, had the wind been 
ahead, we might have been obliged to put ashore 
and remain there inactive for many days. As it 
was, we made a rapid run across the lake and 
entered the river, or rather the system of lakes 
and rivers, which convey its waters to the ocean. 
Hudson's Bay was our goal. To this point we 
were conveying our furs for shipment to England. 

"Many days passed, and we were still pushing 
onward towards the sea-coast; but not so rapidly 
now. The character of the navigation had 
changed very considerably, and our progress was 
much slower. Now we were sweeping over a 
small lake, anon dashing down the course of a 
turbulent stream, and at other times dragging 
boats and cargoes over the land. 

"One afternoon we came to a part of the river 
which presented a very terrible appearance. As 
far as the eye could reach, the entire stream was 
a boiling turmoil of rocks and rapids, down which 


a boat could have gone with as much safety as it 
could have leaped over the Falls of Niagara. 
Our advance was most effectually stopped, as far 
as appearance went. But nothing checks the on- 
ward progress of a northwest voyageur except 
the want of food. 

'The boats were run successively into a small 
bay, the men leaped out, the bales of furs were 
tossed upon the banks of the river, and the boats 
hauled up. Then every man produced a long 
leathern strap, with which he fastened a bale 
weighing upwards of 90 lbs. to his back; above 
this he placed a bale of similar weight, and trotted 
off into the woods as lightly as if he had only 
been laden with two pillows. The second bale is 
placed above the first by a sleight-of-hand move- 
ment which is difficult to acquire. Poor Berry 
well nigh broke his back several times in attempt- 
ing this feat, and eventually gave it up in despair. 

"In an hour the packs were carried over the 
'portage,' and deposited beside the still water at 
the foot of the rapids. Then the men returned 
for the boats. One was taken in hand at a time. 
The united crews seized the heavy craft with their 
strong hands, and shoved against it with their 
lusty shoulders; a merry song was struck up, and 


thus the boat was dragged through the forest for 
nearly a mile. The others quickly followed, and 
before evening all was carried over, and we were 
again rowing down stream. 

"Not long after this we came to a rapid, in the 
midst of which was a slight waterfall. The water 
was deep here, and the rocks not numerous, and 
it was the custom to run the boats down the rapids 
and over the fall, in order to save the labor of a 
portage. Three of the boats ran down in grand 
style, and reached the foot in safety. Berry and 
I were in the last boat. The steersman stood up 
in the stern with his hands resting on the long 
heavy sweep, while his gaze was directed anx- 
iously towards the boiling flood into which we 
were just entering. The bowman, an immensely 
powerful man, stood up in front, with a long 
strong pole grasped in both hands, ready to fend 
off from the sunken rocks. The men sat in their 
places, with their oars ready for action. 

" 'Now, boys, look out,' cried the guide, as we 
plunged into the first billow of the rapids. The 
boat flew like an arrow straight towards a rock, 
which was crested with white as the water burst 
against its ragged front. To all appearances our 
doom was sealed. The bowman regarded it with 



a complacent smile, and stood quite motionless, 
merely casting a glance backward. The steers- 
man acknowledged the glance with a nod; one 
long stroke of the great oar — the boat turned 
sharply aside, and swept past in safety. There 
was no danger in such a big blustering rock as 

" Trenez garde!' cried the bowman, in a 
warning tone, pointing to a spot where lay a 
sunken rock. The steersman's quick hand turned 
the boat aside; but the bowman had to lend his 
aid, and the strong pole bent like a willow as he 
forced the boat's head away irom the hidden 
danger. And now the fall appeared. It was not 
high, perhaps four feet, but there was a mighty 
gush of water there, and it was a bold leap for a 
heavy boat. 

" Trenez garde, — hurrah ! — lads, give way ! 
— well done!' The boat plunged almost bows 
under, but she rose again like a duck on the foam- 
ing water. The worst of it was past now; but 
there was still a ticklish bit below — a bend in the 
river, where the sunken rocks were numerous, and 
the surface of the water so white with foam, that 
it was difficult to detect the channel. 

"The bowman's duty now became. more ardu- 


ous. With knitted brows and compressed lips he 
stood, every nerve and muscle strung for instant 
action. The steersman watched his movements 
with intense earnestness, in order to second them 
promptly. Ever and anon the stout pole was 
plunged into the flood, first on one side, then on 
the other; the two guides acted as if they had been 
one man, and the obedient craft sprang from 
surge to surge in safety. Suddenly the bowman 
uttered a loud shout, as the pole jammed between 
two rocks, and was wrenched from his grasp. 

"'Another! another vite! vite!' 

"One of the crew thrust a fresh pole into his 
hand. Plunging it into the water, he exerted his 
giant strength with such violence as nearly to 
upset the boat, but it was too late. The planks 
crashed like an egg-shell as the boat dashed upon 
the rock, and the water began to rush in, while 
the stern was swept round, and the blade of the 
steering oar was smashed to atoms. Almost 
before we had time to think we were swept down, 
stern foremost, and floated safely into an eddy 
at the foot of the rapids. A few strokes of the 
oars brought us to the land; but, short although 
the interval was between our striking the rock 


and running ashore, it was sufficient to halt-fill 
the boat with water. 

"The danger was barely past, and the intense 
feeling of it was still strong upon my mind, yet 
these lighthearted voyageurs were jesting and 
laughing loudly as they tossed the packs of furs 
out of the water-logged boat; so little did they 
realize the imminence of the peril from which 
they had been delivered. 

"The remainder of that day was spent in dry- 
ing the furs that had been wetted, and in repairing 
the damaged boat. Afterwards we continued 
our voyage, which, without further accident, ter- 
minated at length on the shores of Hudson's Bay." 



The morning of the third day was an epoch 
in the lives of the passengers on board the Storm 
King, for a passing vessel was signaled. It hqve 
to, and the captain quite willingly accepted as 
passengers to his next port of call, San Fran- 
cisco, the Senor and his daughter. 

It is needless to say that Jim gazed long and 
intently after the Lotus which bore away the 
Senorita and her father, and equally long and 
intently, although Jim did not know it, did the 
young lady watch the Storm King until it had 
become but a speck on the horizon. 

For several hours Jim was seen no more on 
deck, and many a merry quilp was bandied at his 
expense. What Jim was doing will appear later. 

"It is certainly out of the ordinary," admitted 
Becket. He had just come aft to where the pro- 
fessor was consulting with Jo and Tom. They 
had been discussing the action of the Marjorie, 


the ship which had taken its departure from San 
Francisco on the same day and very hour that 
they had sailed, and which had again been sighted 
when they left San Matteo. She was trailing 
about a mile astern of them, and here it was the 
third day since they had sailed. 

"She has been following us right along," ob- 
served Tom. "Do you think she is going the 
same way we are?" 

"A man might be justified in thinking so," 
replied Berwick, dryly. 

"I mean," corrected Tom," to the island?" 
"I don't know what to think," admitted the 
professor, "but I don't like it somehow." 
"It is queer," reiterated the engineer. 
"Let us run away from him," suggested Jim, 
who now joined them. 

"I have tried to outsail him, but it's no use," 
returned the captain. "She is burning up the 
coal, yet only traveling as fast as we do under 

"Suppose we try again and see if she is really 
following us." 

"Let us radically change our course, captain, 
and see if they follow us," said the professor. 
"That isn't a bad idea," agreed the captain. 


"It won't do any harm to try it. We will have 
her head put due west. I see that we are run- 
ning about S. S. W. now. If they change their 
course it will be pretty conclusive evidence that 
it is purpose and not chance that keeps them in 
our wake." 

"Mr. Berwick," said the professor, "the wind 
is light and fitful, suppose we add steam to our 
propelling force. Give us all the speed you can, 
and we will see if we can't shake them off." 

"All right, sir," replied the engineer, going 
toward the engine room. "I will do my very best 
to get all the speed there is in her." 

An hour later the throbbing of the engine, as 
the pressure was gradually increased, was felt 
throughout the vessel. Like a spirited steed with 
a bit in her teeth, and at the snap of the whip 
the vessel darted forward, plunging through the 
long rolling waves, and leaving behind her a 
white wake that curved like a bow as her prow 
was turned to the west. 

The group on the after deck of the Storm King 
watched with interest the course of the other 
vessel, which was now being rapidly distanced, 
would pursue. 


"Hurrah !" cried Tom. "We are leaving her 

"But she is getting up more steam," observed 
Jo, as a thickening volume of smoke poured from 
her funnel. 

"She is following us, too," cried Tom a little 
later. "She evidently likes company." 

It was evident from the change in her course 
that the Marjorie was bent on keeping near the 
Storm King. 

"She is just like some people," went on Tom. 
"She doesn't wait for an invitation, she is coming 
along, too." 

The Storm King, under a full head of steam 
was rolling off the knots, and increasing the dis- 
tance from the Marjorie. 

"If we can keep this up," said Tom, joyfully, 
"she will soon be hull down." 

"If we had a nigger to put on the safety valve," 
said the professor. 

"A nigger on the safety valve," questioned 
Tom, "I don't understand." 

"Why they say that on the Missisippi river 
when they have a race on, they put a negro on 
the safety valve to keep it down when the pres- 


sure gets so high as to blow it off at the regular 
set weight." 

''But that must be dangerous," objected Tom. 

"Of course, it is," laughed the professor, "but 
nobody cared for danger where there was a 
race on." 

But in the meantime the Marjorie was once 
more picking up the distance and growing more 
distinct. For three or more hours the race went 
on, but the Marjorie regained and then main- 
tained her relative distance, and the professor 
reluctantly directed the captain to slow down. 

"It is no use," he said. "We cannot shake 
her off that way. We might as well resume our 
regular course." 

The following morning the same conditions 
were found to prevail. The distance between the 
boats seemingly never changed. 

"She is a good boat and jolly well sailed, don't 
you know," remarked the mate, who was a typical 
English sailor. 

"What is that flag for?" asked Tom suddenly. 

"What flag is that?" asked the captain in 

"Why, that one there," replied Tom, pointing 


to a square of red bunting flying from a davit of 
their own ship. 

'That," laughed the captain. "Well, you 
ought to know better than I do." 

"Why?" asked Tom. 

"Really," said the captain, "didn't some of you 
boys put it there?" 

"Why, of course not," disclaimed Tom. "I 
thought maybe it was some kind of a signal." 

"Well, I'll be blowed," exploded the captain, 
"if I didn't think you did it for a lark." 

"There is one like it on the Marjorie," said Jim, 
who was using the binocular. 

"Well, what do you think of that!" burst out 
the captain. 

"What does it mean?" asked Tom. 

"It means that someone on board is exchang- 
ing signals with the Marjorie," replied the pro- 

"I wish I could catch them at it," muttered the 
captain, grimly. 

"Let us take turns in watching," suggested 

"I am going to do a little watching on my own 
account," growled the captain, making a dash 
for the supposed signal. 


"Don't pull it down," advised the professor, 
"perhaps we can see who puts them up." 

"I think you are right." 

"They are doing some kind of signaling on 
the Marjorie now," went on Jim. "I can see 
some one waving a flag." 

"There isn't anyone here who could see it," 
said the captain, looking over the deck. "Let me 
have a look," taking the glass. "There is some 
kind of signaling going on, but who can it be to?" 

Jo walked quietly to the stern of the boat, and 
leaning over the rail looked down. The stern 
windows of the cabin afforded a view of the pur- 
suing vessel, and where the signals could be 
observed, but he could not see if anyone was 

Something did attract his attention, however, 
though it only impressed itself on his mind as 
an odd chance. A keg was floating in the wake 
of the Storm King, but most unusual things are 
sometimes seen on the surface of the ocean, hun- 
dreds of miles from land. 

"Perhaps there is someone in the cabin," he 
suggested, as he came back to where the captain 
was standing. 

"By jove!" gasped the captain, making a dash 


for the companion way, "I believe you have it." 

At this moment the steward came on deck. 

"See here!" roared the captain, "What is the 
meaning of this?" 

The steward smiled complacently, and said, 
"Why, sir, I know nothing about the flag. I 
have finished my tasks in the pantry, and came 
on deck for a breath of air." 

The captain, debating the matter in his mind, 
concluded he would say no more at that time, 
and turned his attention again to the others. The 
steward went about his duties. 

"They have quit signaling," reported Tom. 

"What do you make of that other ship's con- 
tinued interest in us, captain?" asked the pro- 

"I'm blessed if I know," he replied. "It's too 
deep for me. They have been following us ever 
since we left the bay, and I'm blessed if I don't 
think they are after us. But I cannot imagine 
for what purpose." 

"I suspect," said the profesor, "that they have 
some knowledge of the fact that we are after a 

"Oh," said the captain, "but they can't expect 


to keep us under observation for a long trip like 
this. It would be ridiculous." 

"What they want most likely is the chart. Only 
with its aid can anyone locate the island or the 
treasure. ,, 

The captain sat for a few moments in thought. 
"There must have been somebody on board get- 
ting the signals. Now who could it be?" 

"One of the crew," suggested Tom. 

"Quite likely," agreed the captain, "unless — " 

"What?" said the professor. 

"It was the steward." 

"No," said the professor. "You can leave 
him out. He has been with me for years." 

"All the more reason," returned the captain. 
"He'll jolly well stand watching. What we have 
got to do is to watch out, and perhaps we can 
trap them." 

"I think—" he added. With a sudden thought 
he got up and went to the companion way, return- 
ing slowly to his seat. "I may have a clue." 

"What is it?" cried Tom. 

"It is only an idea, don't you know, and I 
won't say anything until I work it out. You 
say the chart is aboard?" 



The captain whistled softly for a minute. "Bet- 
ter put it away somewhere." 

"That has already been done," admitted the 
professor, looking at the boys. "It is hidden 
away, and I don't think anyone can find it." 

"Even if they could find it, how could they 
get away with it?" inquired Tom. 

"That's easily done," explained the captain, 
"when they find it." 

"When!" interrupted Tom. 

"Maybe only a matter of days," returned the 
captain. "They will signal to the other ship, 
put it in a keg, drop it over and the others will 
pick it up." 

"A keg," queried Jo. "I saw a keg floating 
in the wake of our ship just a little while ago." 



"Indeed! Then you had betted investigate 
your hiding place and see if your chart is secure." 

Jo acted immediately upon the suggestion, and 
went below. Closing the door of his room, he 
pressed the spring that should open the adjoin- 
ing panel. It did not respond readily to the pres- 
sure of his hand, Evidently it had been tam- 
pered with. With feverish haste he tried again 
and again, and finally his efforts were rewarded 
with success. The door flew open. The box was 
raised, but the chart was not within. 

Jo had so long been detained that the others 
had meantime descended to the cabin. 

"The chart is gone," cried Jo. 

Unobserved by all but Jim, the steward had 
entered the cabin from the aft companionway. 
There were exclamations of astonishment, but 
the steward gave not the slightest heed, going 
about his duties without apparent interest. 


The captain now noticed his presence, and 
questioned him closely, but with no result. Mean- 
time, Jim took the professor aside, and together 
they went to the deck above, and then climbed 
quite away up into the ship's rigging. 

When they were absolutely alone, Jim said, 
"Whom do you suspect, professor ?" 

"I can think of only one person," was the 
answer. "Beside you boys and myself, only four 
people have access to the cabin. I do not suspect 
the captain or the steward. Berwick you have 
confidence in. May it not be the mate?" 

"I know who it was that took the chart," said 
Jim, "and I called you up here where no one 
could possibly overhear, to tell you." 

"Then it is not lost beyond recovery?" 

"On the contrary, it is safe, and you and I will 
be the only ones knowing where it is." 

"I am all anxiety." 

"It is here in my pocket." 

"You certainly surprise me. What prompted 
this move on your part?" 

"I felt that someone was after the chart, and 
I thought of a way to mislead them." 

"Go on. I am all interest." 

"I made a copy of your chart and substituted 


it for the original, then I put the copy in the 
hiding place." 

"And the copy was stolen?" the professor 
inquired ruthfully. "What about that? Won't 
it disclose our secret?" 

"The copy, if you may call it such, that I 
made," laughed Jim, "had the descriptions and 
instructions altered so that it will be misleading 
rather than helpful." 

"Good!" said the professor. "You are an 
assistant after my own heart. Our chances of 
searching undisturbed are greatly improved." 

"If we keep this secret to ourselves," continued 
Jim, "the others will be constantly on the look- 
out, and we may yet run down the one guilty of 
the theft." 

"Yes, even if they only get a fictitious chart, 
we would like to know who it is and for what 
purpose it was taken." 

Their conference over they returned now to 
the deck. 

The day passed without event worthy of rec- 
ord, and it was growing dark when the captain 
again joined the others. 

"Going to have a blow," he said, looking to 
the west where a mass of dark clouds were piling 


up. "The barometer is falling. It is just the 
time to try a little experiment." 

"What is that?" asked Tom. 

"I am going to try and give our friends the 
slip," replied the captain. "There are no other 
ships in sight," sweeping the horizon with his 

"How are you going to do it?" asked Tom. 

"Wait and see," replied the captain. 

In the west it was growing darker. The storm 
brewing clouds, as they piled up blotted out the 
stars. There was scarcely a breath- of air. The 
sea rose and fell in long, slow undulations. Away 
in the distance the roar of the storm was audible. 

"Double reef the sails," the captain commanded 
at the same time changing the course so as to 
steer directly toward the approaching storm. 

The party at the captain's suggestion had 
donned their oilskins and were now crouched 
in the shelter of the cabin top watching with fas- 
cinated interest the coming of the storm. 

"Better get a good strong hold," advised Tom, 
"It's going to blow great guns." 

Higher and higher rose the clouds until all 
of the west was of inky blackness through which 
there ran, now and again, a streak of light that 

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was blinding in its intensity. The storm broke 
now with a flash as if the whole firmament was 
aflame, and with a roar that drowned the. thun- 
der a solid wall of blackness enveloped them, 
blotting out everything except the ship's lights, 
and there came down aparently a deluge of water. 

'Tut out the lights," commanded the captain, 
in the first lull of the storm. The vessel was still 
rolling and pitching, and the wind was howling 
through the shrouds. 

In total darkness, now, the ship plunged for- 
ward through the angry waves that crashed 
against her bow with a force that shook her from 
stem to stern, while the wind played weird tunes 

"We will keep her on the course she is run- 
ning a half hour," determined the captain. By 
that time the storm had about blown out, and 
when the command was turned over to the mate 
the ship's regular course was resumed. 

"I, think," began the captain, the next morn- 
ing when the boys came on deck, 'that we have 
seen the last of the Marjorie." 

"I hope so," replied the professor, who was 
scanning the horizon with a glass. "It is almost 


too good to be true, but they do not seem to be 
in sight." 

It was a beautifully clear day after the storm. 
The wind had blown all the clouds away, and the 
sky was a deep transparent blue. The air was 
crisp, and for the latitude, cool, and the sea rose 
and fell in long broken swells through which the 
yacht was racing at the rate of a dozen knots. 
They were alone on the vast expanse of water; 
no other vessel was in sight, although way to the 
southwest a faint trail-like smoke showed on the 
horizon against the deep blue of the sky. 

>"Is that the Marjorie off there, do you think?" 
asked Tom. 

"Cannot say, I'm sure," replied the captain. 
"But we will just hold to our course and see if 
she raises. I doubt if they see us, and the Mar- 
jorie will have a hunt to pick us up again." 

"I can't see anything of them," said the captain, 
an hour later, sweeping the horizon with his glass. 
"We can lay over course direct for the island of 

Relieved of the shadow of impending trouble 
which the persistent trailing of the yacht by the 
mysterious vessel had cast over them, the spirits 
of all rose perceptibly and as nothing was seen of 


her for the next two or three days some began to 
think that it was only a coincident of their sailing 
upon the same course, and that their fears had 
been unfounded. 

Several days of steady progress under full 
spread of sail carried the voyager on beyond the 
equator. No incident worthy of note transpired. 
There was, of course, a constantly augmented de- 
sire for the sight of land and for the varieties 
and delicacies of food denied them. Hard tack 
and salt fish become very monotonous if too long 
persisted in. 

Hopes of an early termination of the journey 
were beginning to run high when, as the captain 
determined that they had arrived at a point esti- 
mated to be less than three days from their des- 
tination. The other boys were now told the story 
of the chart then in Jim's possession, and one day 
together with the professor, a careful study of the 
descriptions and instructions were gone over. 
They were careful to see that no one was near 
either cabin door, but they did not observe that 
both the mate and the steward, who were much 
in each other's company, were seated on the cabin 

The instructions contained in the chart were 



meagre in the extreme. The location of the island 
was fairly well given, but after that much seemed 
to be left to chance. The main and essential fea- 
ture which all impressed on their memory was 
"an opening to a cave high up and difficult of ac- 
cess." A blue stone marked in some way the en- 

The next morning the sun rose hot almost be- 
yond endurance to greet an atmosphere of perfect 
calm. Not a ripple stirred the surface of the 
great southern sea. The Storm King, master in 
a turmoil, was conquered and helpless when de- 
nied a breeze, and lay with drooping canvas, mo- 

So passed that day and the next with discom- 
fort to the voyagers and without progress. 

"There is only one thing to do," determined the 
professor. "Mr. Berwick, will you start up the 
engine, and we will end our trip under steam ?" 

Everything being in readiness, the fires were 
lit and the generation of steam gotten under way. 
At a signal the engine's mechanism responded to 
the movement of a lever. Almost immediately 
there was a crash that shoek the ship from stem 
to stern. It was at once apparent to all on board 
that something serious had happened. Everyone 


was at the moment on deck, except those engaged 
in the engine room, and to that spot all ran to in- 

Berwick was found with a wounded hand, re- 
sulting from his efforts to stop the machinery. 
Juarez had accomplished this, but to the gaze of 
all there was offered a badly wrecked mechanism. 
Berwick was livid with rage and more concerned 
by the mishap to the engine than by the pain in 
his injured hand. 

Someone, it was found, had tampered with the 
machinery. Who was the culprit? 

"How serious is the injury ?" inquired the pro- 

Berwick shook his head and looked at his in- 
jured member, about which Jim was skilfully 
appyling a bandage. 

"I fear it will be several days," was the gloomy 
response. "But we will get right at it." 

Even Berwick, however, was disappointed with 
the progress he could make toward repairing the 
distorted machinery, although he had the help- 
ful aid of all the boys. There were exasperating 
delays. Essential parts of the machinery were not 
to be found and substitutes had to be made. 

The unvarying calm and sultry heat persisted. 



But there is an end to all things, and at last 
the long wished for breeze sprang up. The sails 
filled once more, the ship sped on and hope 

A welcome sound at noon the next day brought 
everyone on deck. 

"Land, ho!" called the forward watch. 

"Where away!" shouted the mate who was on 

"Off the starboard bow!" 

The captain had just finished his task of deter- 
mining their location, and had recognized the 
fact that the island they sought might be near at 

The hours went by more swiftly now, all watch- 
ing interestedly the new field of their endeavor, 
the Treasure Isle. Would they find fortune and 
a successful ending to their venture? Oddly 
enough the thought uppermost in the minds of 


all was the possible abundant supply, not of treas- 
ure, but of fresh water and something good to 

The land which they were rapidly approach- 
ing appeared to be of considerable extent. Head- 
lands, it was seen, rose somewhat abruptly from 
the sea. At their base they could see a line of 
white caused by the incessant action of the waves 
as they broke upon the shore. 

"It doesn't seem as if there was any place to 
make a landing," said the professor, looking at 
the long line of breakers and the spray that was 
flung in the air. 

"Can't tell until you are close in," replied the 
captain. "We'll run along the shore a ways." 

Continuing thus till within half a mile of the 
coast, the yacht was brought about, and with sails 
close hauled, followed its contour for quite some 
time without success. 

"Looks like a bit of smooth water over there," 
said the captain, indicating a place in the near 
distance. "Bring her up to the wind," he ordered. 
"We will take a look into it." 

The yacht had now been brought about and 
with sheets eased off she was drifting slowly on 
the tide. 


"Who will compose the first landing party?" 
asked the captain. 

"Jim, Juarez and myself," answered the pro- 
fessor. "The steward and one of the crew to 

The boat was launched and equipped. One 
empty water cask and a bucket was carried along. 
Was the island inhabited? From the ship's deck 
no sign of life was discernible to the naked eye 
or indeed by careful search with the spy glass. 
The party went, however, fully armed and pre- 
pared for any emergency. 

There was, they found, a recession in the shore 
several hundred feet in width through which the 
waves extended their course, later to break in 
foam on submerged rocks a hundred yards 

The boat shot rapidly forward, and readily 
passed through the opening between the cliffs. 
On each side, the rocks, jagged and rough, rose 
threateningly, but a further recess to the right 
afforded shelter, and the water became compara- 
tively smooth. Passing through the channel and 
rounding the obstructing rocks they found 
another passage of similar extent which led 
further inland and brought them into a little 


crescent shaped bay of something like a half 
mile in length by a quarter of a mile in width. 
At several points were observed small strips of 
sandy beach, and strange wading birds of the 
stork species were seen, but not a suggestion or 
sign of a habitation. 

"Crescent Bay!" cried Jim, noting the shape. 
"Isn't it fine here!" 

"It's fine!" exclaimed the professor. "Who 
would think of such a place as this hidden away 
in the fastness of these hills. It's like some of 
the secret haunts of the buccaneers." 

"It would be a nice bit of seamanship to bring 
a craft through that channel, though," said 

"But I believe it could be done," said Jim. 

The scenery grew wilder and more beautiful 
with every stroke of the oars. From caverns of 
leafy shade came the gleam and flicker of many 
colored plumage. 

Few readers but are familiar with the glowing 
color in which voyagers have painted the beau- 
tiful islands of the South Pacific. Nature has 
lavished upon them her rarest gifts; deep shadowy 
groves, valleys musical with murmuring streams, 
lofty mountains rising into the sapphire heaven 


out of a girdle of eternal foliage; wonderous 
visions of color in shrub and flower, the golden- 
yellow of the low-growing chinquapins, and the 
blood red osiers; a bright fresh air, redolent of 
fragrance, and a sea dimpling in cloudless sun- 

But this fairy region, where Shakespeare might 
have fitly placed his Oheron and Titania, was 
inhabited by a race unworthy of its charms; a 
race enervated and corrupted, and abandoned 
to all those vices which usually accompany or 
originate in a degrading and sanguinary idolatry. 

The Tahitians were not cannibals, but they 
sacrificed human victims in frightful numbers on 
the shrines of their hideous divinities. 

Intoxication and theft were their predominant 
vices; continual wars decimated the population 
so that in some cases great islands were left abso- 
lutely without an inhabitant; infanticide was a 
universally prevalent custom, and that fully two- 
thirds of the young were cruelly murdered is a 
fact vouched for by the missionary Williams, one 
of the most intelligent, persevering, and success- 
ful of the pioneers of the true religion in Poly- 
nesia. This beautiful Tihatian group of islands 
was, therefore, a sink of vice and crime. 



"I see a cascade or water fall on the hillside 
yonder," cried Juarez. 

"Then we will make a landing somewhere 
along the beach in that direction," ordered the 

Slowly they approached the shore, and landing 
carefully reconnoitered, but nothing was observed 
to warrant their caution. 

A spring, pouring forth a constant stream of 
'limpid, cool water, was readily located, and here 
each found satisfying refreshment. About them 
everywhere were luxuriant growths, and tropical 
fruits of many varieties were within reach of the 
extended hand. 

Water was conveyed to the boat, and the cask 
filled to transport a supply to the ship. A quan- 
tity of yams were gathered for the party on board 
while they themselves ate of the fruit to their 
heart's content. As they walked inland they 


came upon charming glens and denies well up the 
mountain side, and still above them rose great 
castleated turrets, all' draped in mosses and flow- 
ering shrubs forming the abode of many a bird 
of prey that on their approach rose screaming to 
the sky. 

"But this is a vast space that we have got to 
examine," said Jim, speaking in a low voice to 
the professor. "I wonder where," quoting from 
the chart, "we are to find the cave opening — the 
opening high up and hard to reach, with a blue 
rock somewhere about?" 

"We shall go about it systematically, as soon as 
we find travel safe. If there are inhabitants we 
must conduct our exploitations in groups. If 
otherwise we can spread out and cover the ground 
much more rapidly." 

On the return trip toward the boat, a strong 
odor of sulphur attracted their attention, and a 
mineral spring was located. Here for the first 
time they found indications that others had vis- 
ited the spot, but how recently could not be 

"Seemingly," suggested the professor, "this is 
a remedial water, the virtues of which may be 


known to the occupants of the other islands here- 

Farther on, near the shore, Jim came upon a 
rude shack, or shelter, built of boughs, and the 
roof thatched with leaves resembling palms, and 
further on at the shore Juarez dropped upon his 
knees examining a mark upon the sand. 

"A foot print," he said, "but not very recently 

The return to the ship was without incident, 
and by the following day all except the captain 
and Tom, the latter was not feeling well, made 
trips to the shore. Jo and Juarez made a long 
detour inland and on their return reported many 
interesting sights, but no sign did they find of 
inhabitants. They had climbed to a high altitude, 
reaching the uppermost point by a circuitous 
route, but descending again by a rugged route 
much shorter but very difficult to negotiate. 

"Phew!" exclaimed Tom, on coming on deck 
the following morning as the sun like a ball of 
fire was showing in the eastern horizon. "It is 
going to be a corker today, all right. Why, even 
the ocean is sizzling." 

"Feel all right to-day?" asked Jo. 

"Yes, or I would if it was only cool." 


The yacht was still lying to, about a half mile 
off shore. The sails hung loosely with not enough 
air to stir them. 

"It's a nice morning for a row," suggested Jo. 
"The water is as smooth as oil. You are the 
only one who has not been ashore. Want to go ?" 

"No rowing for me," groaned Tom. "I'm not 
a phoenix. I'm going to sit in the shade and 

"Fish!" cried Jo. "What do you expect to 
catch here?" 

"I don't know," replied Tom. "Maybe I might 
catch a boiled cod or something like that." 

"Don't you want to go on shore, then?" asked 

"Not bad enough to row there," answered 
Tom. "Glad to go if you will do the rowing." 

"We will have to take the long boat. The 
steward went ashore in the yawl early this morn- 

"Early !" cried Tom. "What do you call this ? 
I guess it was late last night." 

"Well, he's gone, anyhow. We want to get 
off pretty soon if we are going before the sun 
gets hot." 

"Before !" cried Tom. "Say, if you wanted to 


do that you ought to have gotten away last week." 

"Say, fellows," cried Juarez at this moment, 
"what do you think that means?" 

The party were soon gathered on the after deck 
and were looking with interest at the land. 

"What is that?" asked Tom in turn. 

"That smoke over there." 
1 "Smoke! Where?" 

"See the top of that hill," Juarez indicated with 
his outstretched arm. There was an elevation 
which must have been miles inland, and from 
which a thin column of smoke was rising into the 
still air. 

"It is a signal of some kind," said Jim. "I 
didn't notice it before." 

"It has just started," replied Juarez. "It 
wasn't there a moment ago. I wonder what it 
means, and who is making it?" 

"It is a common signal among uncivilized 
people," replied Jim. "Savages the world over 
use smoke for signaling. They use it especially 
as a warning against the approach of an enemy 
or of strangers." 

"Well, what do you find of interest?" asked 
Berwick, joining them, the captain following a 
moment later. 


"We were just looking at that column of smoke 
over there/' replied Tom. "Do you think it is a 
signal of some kind?" 

"What is that?" asked the captain. 

"That column of smoke on the hill over there," 
repeated Tom. 

"Eh, what! Start my plates!" exclaimed the 
captain. "We will have to look into that a little 

"See how straight it goes up," commented Jim. 
"There doesn't seem to be a bit of air stirring." 

"Not a bit, anywhere," assented Berwick. 
"Not enough for steerage way." 

"I'm thinking we'll have all the wind we want 
and some to spare afore ye know it," said the 
captain. "There's a hurricane abrewing or I miss 
my guess." 

"What? On this clear day?" asked the pro- 
fessor. "I don't see how you can tell unless you 
feel it in your bones." 

"No, but the barometer indicates something 
unusual. It is falling very rapidly." Then 
scanning the horizon in all directions, he added, 
"I wonder which way it is coming. That baro- 
meter is going down too fast for comfort." Say- 
ing this, he called all hands and set about prepara- 


tions for a storm, concerning the coming of which 
there was not the slightest apparent and visible 

"There it comes, now," cried the captain as a 
puff of wind from out of the east rilled the double 
reefed sails, and a little later a mist blotted out 
the sun. "It is coming out of the east." 

"Is there any danger?" asked the professor?" 

"Well," replied the captain, slowly, "lying off 
the lea shore, in a hurricane isn't exactly the place 
I should pick out for safety." 

"Can't you beat to windward?" suggested the 

"That's what we can try," returned the cap- 
tain. "Hard down with the helm! Pull in the 
sheets!" A heavier blast struck the sails now, 
and heeled the yacht well over. "Steady as you 

Under the impulse of the wind, the yacht 
sprang forward with sails close hauled, beating 
up into it. 

"It's no use," admitted the captain, as the 
strength of the wind increased. "We haven't 
gained an inch. Something must be done 

"What?" asked the professor. 


"How is that channel into the harbor which 
you told me about?" asked the captain, turning to 
Jim. "Do you think we can get through it?" 

"If the day were fair, and the engine was work- 
ing it might be done," replied Jim. "But under 
sail in this wind it will be a hazard, sir." 

"You are not thinking of attempting that 
passage in a storm, are you ?" asked the professor, 
in evident alarm. 

"I don't think there is much choice in the 
matter," confessed the captain. "We may go to 
pieces if we try it, and we are pretty certain to 
go to pieces if we don't." 

The yacht was now rolling and pitching on the 
heavy seas, and the blasts of wind were becom- 
ing stronger and more angry, whistling through 
the rigging with the shrill sound of a gigantic 

"Shall we take in another reef?" shouted the 

"No. Put two men at the wheel and tell them 
to work lively ! Jim, a few words with you." 

A brief conference followed, then taking his 
station amidship, with Jim well forward, the cap- 
tain shouted his orders to the sailors and helms- 
men. Jim signaled by means of a pocket hand- 


kerchief in his hand, facing first the course of the 
channel, and at intervals looking toward the cap- 
tain. Every motion was correctly interpreted by 
the commander. 

"The helm to the port side! Port your helm! 
Jam it down hard ! Haul in the main sheet ; haul 
close! Quick now! In with the lugger and jib!" 
The captain was hurling his orders so quickly 
that his words tripped over one another. 

The men sprang to obey the commands. The 
yacht meanwhile entered the channel between the 
cliffs and was driving headlong for the rocks 
ahead which presaged a certain end to its career. 
But just as the fatal crash seemed imminent and 
unavoidable, the bow swung around, and with the 
end of the boom buried in the foam of the break- 
ing waves the Storm King glided into the deeper 
waters that opened to the right. 

"My goodness!" cried Tom, drawing a long 
breath, "but that was a close shave. I thought 
we were gone for sure. ,1 don't mind things that 
happen on land, but that's the worst experience 
I've been through yet." 

"Oh, cheer up," cried Jo. "There is plenty 
more to come." 


"It's a good thing we had a good captain," said 
Jim. 'That was a nice bit of work." 

"Worthy of one of the oldtime pirates," added 
the reassured professor. 'Til have to bring 
that in." 

The captain awarded full credit to Jim's skill 
as a pilot. . It was another instance where close 
observation had brought worth while results. 

While they were talking, the yacht had run 
into the inner harbor, and here even with the 
fierce wind playing havoc in the tree tops and out 
at sea, the high hills afforded good and safe 



The barometer rose shortly and climbed up as 
rapidly as it had earlier fallen. In a brief time 
the skies had cleared and the wind settled to a 
steady breeze. 

"It seems to me," said the professor, looking 
about him, "that it was a difficult thing to get in 
here, but to get out is going to be a more difficult 

"It will be all right," replied the captain, "if 
Berwick will fix up that old tea kettle of his 
and give us some steam." Then addressing the 
engineer, "Can't you do this while we are in 

"Maybe I can," replied the engineer, "if there 
is no more of the devil's handiwork. There would 
not be much the matter with the machinery, if 
there was not somebody undoing things." 

"The sailors will have few duties, now, and we 
will have a double watch set over the engine 
room," said the captain. 



The distance to shore was now so short that 
getting back and forth was a simple task, and as 
security was so seemingly assured, permission was 
given for any outside of those on duty, to land 
and rove about at will. 

"As we have found the island, let's find the 
cave," suggested Jo, as they were preparing for 
a trip ashore. 

"Then we can go home," added Tom, who, 
however ready to venture forth, was even more 
disposed toward the home journey. Whatever 
desire he may have had toward early home going 
in this instance was destined by events he could 
not forecast, to be blotted out. 

"There is that column of smoke again," an- 
nounced Jo, as he grasped the oars. His broth- 
ers and Juarez were with him in the boat. 

The others once more observed the curious 
signal, if such it were, but gave no special heed 
other than to note its distance. On land, how- 
ever, they bent their footsteps in the direction of 
the phenomenon although they could no longer 
see it for a guide. 

They found themselves trailing off on a route 
they had not before taken, and had gone perhaps 
half the distance which they had estimated as 


required, when they came upon a curious clear- 
ing in the woods. It was about forty yards in 
diameter, and surrounded by a complete circle 
of trees, their boughs interlacing about seventy 
feet above to form a lovely green canopy. So 
regular were the trees that it seemed as if they 
had been planted by human hands hundreds of 
years before. 

At first they did not notice, because of the 
somewhat dim light, that on the far side of the 
amphitheatre there rose sheer a wall of rock well 
covered with vines, and then all of one accord 
and simultaneausly exclaimed. 

'There's a cave!" 

"Hurrah, we've found it," added Tom. 

"Don't go so fast," admonished Jim. "There 
may be more than one cave on the island." 

"But the opening is high up," demurred Tom, 
"and it looks as if it might be hard to get into. 
How shall we do it?" 

All thought of the column of smoke was blotted 
from their minds as they surveyed the task before 
them, so suggestive of sought-for achievement. 
The opening to the cave was fully forty feet 
above the level on which they stood. No safe foot- 
hold could be discovered on close examination of 


the face of the rock which rose sheer to the top, 
perhaps a hundred feet. 

"I'll warrant there is some other entrance," 
suggested Jim. "Seems to me this place we are 
in was one time a sort of temple or auditorium, 
and that opening up there in the rock may have 
been the pulpit." 

"It's sure no easy job to get up there from 
this level," admitted Jo. "Suppose we deploy 
around and hunt for the side door." 

This they did, that is, Jim went one way, while 
Jo and Tom sought for an opening in the opposite 
direction, but without success. 

Juarez had meantime studied the face of the 
vine clad rock below the mouth of the cave, and 
when his companions returned he undertook the 
ascent or climb. Mounting first on Jim's stalwart 
shoulders he found crevasses into which he dug 
his toes, and with his great knife scooped out 
fragments at irregular distances, thus by degrees 
mounting to the cave's mouth. 

Once a secure footing gained, he let down his 
lariat, and one after the other, the boys climbed 
up, and all stood looking out upon the auditorium 
below. Surely a more beautiful green bower of 
exaggerated proportions could not be imagined. 


But it was not scenery that had induced them 
to seek the cave, and at once their thoughts turned 
to the business at hand. 

The floor of the cave was dry, and the place 
showed no signs of recent occupancy. It ex- 
tended into the rock beyond the limit of vision. 

Jim had thoughtfully gathered and sent up a 
bundle of fagots, some dry slow burning sticks, 
one of which was now lighted. The blaze cast 
a fitful glare upon walls that shone in places with 
metallic gleams. 

While Jim and Juarez busied themselves near 
the entrance with the digging into and examina- 
tion of some mounds of earth which excited their 
curiosity, Jo and Tom with the burning fagot 
penetrated deeper into the tunnel, for such it 
seemed to be. It presented at the start nothing 
out of the ordinary. It was simply as Jo put it, 
an enlarged burrow of irregular width and height, 
varying in width from six to eight feet and in 
height the same. The sides were of earth with 
here and there a stone. Whether of natural form- 
ation or an artificial construction the boys could 
not determine. 

"Doesn't seem to be anything worth seeing in 


here," said Tom, who was in the lead and carry- 
ing the torch. "We might as well go back." 

"Oh, go on a little further," urged Jo. "Per- 
haps we shall find something." 

"I'll bet, if we do, it's something we don't 
want," objected Tom. 

"Well, we needn't take it if we don't want it," 
retorted Jo. "Let me go ahead." 

As Jo spoke, pressing forward they came to a 
sudden enlargement of the way, the walls reced- 
ing on either side. Jo raised his torch for a 
better view when a grinning skull flashed out 
of the darkness, nodding and bobbing at them, 
while a rattling and whirring noise resounded 
through the cavern. 

With a cry of astonishment, Jo let fall the torch 
which was quenched as it fell upon the floor, and 
at the same time something big and indescribable 
struck him full in the face. 

So confused were they by the suddenness and 
unexpectedness of the attack, and encompassed 
as they were by the absolute blackness, the first 
thought of the boys was to run to the entrance 
of the cave, and this they set about to do with 
the greatest possible promptness. 

But both boys as they, started were grappled 


by unseen antagonists with whom they were 
locked in a deadly embrace, struggling and strain- 
ing as they wrestled in the darkness, until Tom 
almost at the point of exhaustion was roused to a 
frenzy by the rattling of bones and the feel of a 
skeleton hand on his arm. With a sudden, not 
to be denied effort, he threw off his adversary and 
rushed wildly through the cave, followed by 
Jo, who had bested his opponent. 

In the meantime, Jim and Juarez were still 
poking in the little mounds near the cave's mouth 
and wholly unconscious of the trying experience 
of the two explorers. The commotion and sound 
of rapidly moving feet aroused them, and almost 
immediately Jo and Tom appeared upon the 
scene. Somewhat breathlessly, both speaking at 
once, they tried to describe their uncanny experi- 

"Hold on a minute," said Jim. "Let's get the 
straight of this. We were just about to follow 
you in, for we found nothing in the little mounds. 
Let's know what to expect." 

"I will have to go back anyway," said Jo. "I 
dropped my gun." 

"Sure. We'll go with you," replied Jim. 
"Now what was it grabbed you?" 


"It?" replied Tom. "I should say there were 
three or four of them." 

"What were they like?" broke in Juarez. 
"Spirits ?' 

"Well, I don't know just what a spirit is like," 
replied Tom. "But it was a pretty solid kind of 
thing that had hold of me." 

"Me, too," added Jo. "And it snorted and 
puffed like a grampus." 

"Well, I suppose we are lucky to get off as easy 
as we did," said Tom, "though I should like to 
know what they were. I thought the whole lot 
of skeletons were coming after us, but I don't 
believe they could do any puffing or snorting. It's 
time we were getting along." 

"We will be ready for them this time, what- 
ever they are," determined Jim, who had been 
lighting torches so that each could be supplied 
with one. 

"Come on then," said Jo. "We must keep 
together and be on the lookout." 

Arming themselves each with a heavy fagot 
which made a serviceable club, the four bent 
their footsteps in the direction of the chamber 
of weird experiences. 

The silence in the cave was profound, the occu- 


pants, if any, not betraying their presence by the 
least sound. Cautiously the boys advanced, paus- 
ing now and then as they approached the place 
where the surprise had occurred, to listen and 
gaze as far as they could into the heavy darkness; 
but all was silence. 

"I think they have gone," said Jo at length, in 
a voice in which there was a tremor of excitement. 

"No, there they are," replied Tom in a whisper. 

"Where?" asked Jim. 

"There !" responded Tom, indicating several 
suspended skeletons of full length which were 
held against the walls, and which the light now 

"Oh," said Jo, "it wasn't them." 

"Well, one of them was," returned Tom, "for, 
I felt his hand on me." 

"Must have been this one, then," said Jim, 
kicking a group of bones with his foot. "Here is 
one of them lying on the floor. You must have 
knocked him out, Tom." 

"Here, Jo, is your gun all right," interposed 



The place in which the boys stood was a 
circular room about thirty feet in diameter, with 
a height of some twenty feet. There was but 
one entrance, that by which they had come, but 
high up on the wall were several small openings 
or tunnel-like passages. Around the wall of the 
chamber was a row of skeletons, standing stiffly 
upright. There was a great roughly hewed stone 
god or idol on the farther side, while here and 
there close around it on the surface of the natural 
stone floor were marks where fires had been built. 
At either side were pyramidial walls of human 
skulls, all perfect, though those that formed the 
bottom rows were black with age. 

As the light from the torches flashed into the 
space several large bats that were in the openings 
began to fly wildly about. 

"I wonder where they have gone?" said Tom, 
gazing blankly around. "There was certainly 

THE CAVE. 187 

something that had hold of me, but there isn't 
anything here now." 

'What was it like?" asked Jim, suddenly. 

"How should I know," returned Tom. "I 
couldn't see it in the dark." 

"But you could feel, couldn't you?" persisted 

"Why," returned Tom, "I don't know, just like 
any person I should say." 

"And you, Jo," went on Jim. "What was yours 

"Why, like anybody, I suppose," was the some- 
what indefinite description. 

"Now, what is the matter?" demanded Tom, 
as Jim dropped to the floor in a paroxysm of 

"Oh, ho, ho. It's too funny for anything," 
returned Jim in intervals of his merriment. 

"What is?" demanded Tom. 

"The whole business," returned Jim as he 
struggled to regain control of his feelings. 

"Let us in on the funny part," said Tom, a 
little sourly. 

"Well, you see, when you dropped the torch — " 

"You mean that's the time we didn't see," put 
in Tom. 


"One of those big bats flopped into your 


"Then you two started to run, and, of course, 
you ran into each other and thought something 
had gotten hold of you. Oh, ho, ho!" and once 
more Jim was doubled up in his paroxysms of 

"I guess you are right, Jim," said Jo, some- 
what sheepishly, but joining in the laugh. "I 
think the joke is on us." 

"What is this place anyhow?" asked Tom, 
seeking to change the embarrassing subject. 
"Was it an underground prison?" 

"I think it was a burial place of some tribe," 
replied Jim, when he was able to control his 
laughter. "You see the skeletons are all standing 
up in like positions as if they were placed there 
after death." 

"What are the bats doing in here?" 

"They must come in through these passrges 
above. Some holes probably let out onto the side 
of the hill, and the bats go in and out through 
them at night." 

"I think," said Tom, as they made their way 

THE CAVE. 189 

back to the entrance, "that taking all together, 
that was the worst scare I ever had." 

"Shake on that, Tom," said Jo. 

A further search through the cave was fruit- 
less of results, so far as looked for treasurer was 
concerned, and their original plan of investi- 
gating the smoke signal was taken up. 

A walk of another mile brought them to the 
spot they sought. They had thus far encoun- 
tered no one, or any indication of the presence of 
inhabitants on the island. They gained finally 
the summit of the hill from which the column of 
smoke was ascending. They found that this had 
been made by building a fire in a small chimney 
of stones and covering it with wet leaves. There 
was an opening below which gave just sufficient 
draft to keep the fire smouldering. 

But little could be seen of the land from the 
top of the hill on account of the thick woods, 
but by climbing one of the taller trees, which 
they did in turn while the others kept guard, 
they were enabled to make out that they were on 
an island of many miles extent, and that another 
island lay some five or six miles to the southwest. 
Most unexpected of all their discoveries, they saw 
in the distance far out upon the ocean a steamer 


which was apparently approaching the island. 
The distance was too great to determine with any 
definiteness anything about her character or prob- 
able intentions, and further information on that 
point would have to be sought at a later time. 

"I can't understand that smoke business," said 
Tom, once more examining the chimney-like 
arrangement curiously. "It was certainly made 
by someone, yet there doesn't seem to be anyone 

'They may be on the other side of the island," 
suggested Jim, "or they may have come from the 
other island and gone back again." 

"But why should they have come over here 
and made the fire?" persisted Tom. 

"You will have to ask them," laughed Jim. "I 
am sure I don't know, or why they should have 
lighted it at all. But some of us had better return 
to the ship or I am afraid that the professor will 
be getting anxious." 

Arriving at the landing place, Tom elected to 
go oi^ board. He felt that he had had enough of 
excitement and adventure for one day. Jim 
accompanied him, while Jo and Juarez, the spirit 
of investigation awakened, promptly set out on 

THE CAVE. 191 

an exploring expedition returning however with- 
out incident at nightfall. 

"Well," began the professor that evening when 
they had gathered on the deck awaiting the supper 
call, "what did you find out about the island 

"Not much of importance," replied Jim, 
"except that it is of very considerable extent, very 
rugged and mountainous." 

"But Jo had an awful scare," broke in Tom. 

"You mean you did," protested Jo. 

"How was that?" asked the professor. 

"Why, we found a cave with the entrance way 
up in the air. We thought at once that it was the 
one we were looking for, but it did not turn out 
to be," explained Tom. "And then we found a 
lot of skeletons in there, and they got after us." 

"The skeletons did?" 

"Well, something did," replied Tom with a 
grin. "Then Jo and I beat a hasty retreat." 

"Each got hold of the other in the dark," 
explained Jim, laughing, "but I guess they had a 
jolly time of it till they broke away and ran. It 
sure was funny. 

"Are you certain there wasn't anything unnat- 
ural in there?" 


"We couldn't find anything alive except some 
bats, when we went back," replied Tom, 
"although we hunted all over." 

"What kind of a place is it?" 

"The cave?" 

"No, the island." 

"It seems to be an uninhabited island as far 
as we could see," answered Jim. 

"Didn't you discover any signs of people at 

"Yes," replied Jim. "The same sign we saw 
from this deck. The smoke signal." 

"That cave will bear further investigation. It 
is certainly very curious," mused the professor. 

"What is?" queried Tom. 

"About that smoke on the mountain." 

"What do you think of it?" asked Jim. 

"It is a signal of some kind, but if the island 
is uninhabited, who could have made it?" 

"Why couldn't the ones who made it come 
from some Other island?" asked Jim. 

"And gone back again," suggested Jc. 

"Perhaps so," replied the professor, "but that 
doesn't make it any clearer. 

"You never can see through smoke very well," 
suggested Jo. 

THE CAVE. 193 

"True," laughed the professor, "but still some- 
how I don't like it." 

"Then we saw a ship in the distance, appar- 
ently headed for this island, but far off the south- 
ern shore." 

"Six o'clock," broke in Tom, as four bells were 
struck. "I think I will accept the invitation to 

"A good plan," commended the professor, 
"and Monday we must get an early start and 
learn, if we can about that ship you saw, and 
begin a more thorough exploration." 

"I think so, too," replied Tom. 

"What?" asked Jim. 

"Take more 'rations' with us," replied Tom. 

"Wake up, boy," cried Jo, giving him a shove 
and toppling him over on deck. "You think so 
much about rations that you are getting irra- 

"That gives me an idea," began Juarez, when 
Jo and Tom had been separted and quiet restored. 

"An idea of war?" asked Berwick. 

"No," laughed Juarez. 'But would it not be 
a good thing to go on shore and camp there until 
we had made a complete exploration of the 


"Just the thing!" cried Jo and Tom. 

"I am afraid it is hardly wise," demurred the 
professor. , 

"Ugh!" sniffed Tom. "I guess we can take 
care of ourselves." 

"Besides, there isn't anyone on the island," 
added Jo. 

"Better not act on that assumption," advised 
the professor. 

"I don't know but what it would be a good 
plan," said Jim. "We would be able to get over 
it more quickly if we didn't have come back to 
the boat every night." 

"There is something in that," admitted the 
professor, "though as far as I can see this doesn't 
look like the portion of the island shown on the 

"No," admitted Jim, "but this may be the 
opposite end of the island." 

"That is true, too. Suppose we go down into 
the cabin and have another look at it?" 

"Do you think it will be safe?" asked Berwick. 

"Safe? Why not?" 

"You know what happened to the other one," 
laughed the engineer. 

"It probably slipped off the string," replied the 

THE CAVE. 195 

professor, ''and dropped down into the bilge. 
Anyway we appoint you watchman to see if any- 
one is spying about." 

"All right," agreed Berwick, "but I've got a 
kind of feeling that that little devil of a Mexican 
ain't far away." 

"Booh!" broke in Tom. "Didn't we see him 
go up into the air with the lugger ?" 

"Maybe we did," admitted Berwick gloomily, 
"but I don't believe fire would ever hurt him." 

"I don't believe he is fire proof," declared Tom. 
"And even if he is that isn't any reason why we 
shouldn't have a look at the map." 

It was some time after supper before the mat- 
ter was again alluded to, then they all went below 
to further study the chart. 

Taking the precious paper from his pocket and 
spreading it out on the table, Jim and the pro- 
fessor analyzed carefully the various marks and 

"We have got pretty well fixed in mind now 
the shape and landmarks of the island," said Jim, 
when they had studied the document carefully. 
He then folded up the chart, putting it back in 
his pocket. "We should keep our eyes open when 
we are on shore. There are two or three land- 


marks that ought to help us find the cave with- 
out much difficulty if this is the place." 

"There cannot be many caves," concluded the 
professor, "with entrances high above the ground 
as this one is described to be." 

The following morning, the day being Sunday, 
was spent quietly on shipboard. It had been the 
custom of the professor since the commencement 
of the voyage to have such observances of the day 
as seemed fitting. There was a service which 
he himself conducted at eleven o'clock. There- 
after, all who wished were this day allowed to go 
on shore. 

Of the Frontier Boys, Jim and Juarez early 
in the afternoon availed themselves of the priv- 
ilege. Juarez was the. only one, however, to 
wander away from the landing beach. Jim spent 
some time readjusting and oiling his own and 
his brother's guns, which he had brought with 
him. Jo and Tom had said that they, with Ber- 
wick, would join him later in the afternoon. 



Juarez had intended going but a short dis- 
tance, but the bright sunlight, the charm of the 
hills, the luxuriant foliage, the unusual and bril- 
liant wild flowers, all these attractions, coupled 
with his own exuberant spirits lured him on. 

He reached by a roundabout route the top of 
the mountainous elevation which, in company 
with his comrade, he had explored the day before. 

Willing to rest now in the shade of some bushes 
he lolled upon the ground, and lulled by the whis- 
pering melodies of the trees was about to drop 
off to sleep. 

Suddenly his attention was attracted to some 
motion in the underbrush at a point a third of 
the way down the mountain. He watched 
intently and knew that some person, two, prob- 
ably, were ascending the slope. In his efforts to 
secure a better viewpoint, he stretched far for- 
ward, too far, it turned out, and catching wildly 


and ineffectively for a support, greatly to his 
astonishment, he slipped and fell to a ledge below. 
The distance was not great, but his head in the 
descent came in contact with a projecting rock, 
and although he landed upon a growth of thickly 
foliaged bushes, he was rendered unconscious by 
the blow he had sustained. 

He was aroused some time later by voices near 
at hand, one of which he immediately recognized. 
It was the steward of the Storm King who was 

"I sent you the chart in the keg, but I have 
learned that the young fellow Jim had a copy 
of it, which he carries always in a water proof 
paper in his pocket." 

The listener did not move. He was as securely 
hidden as if by a prearranged plan. He had 
not been observed, and while he did not see the 
speakers he knew that those to whom the steward 
was talking must be of the rival ship's crew, 
probably it was the leader himself who was pres- 
ent here, and possibly the mate, for he could 
tell from the voices there were two of the despera- 

"Why have you not secured the copy and 
destroyed it?" came the inquiry. 


"I cannot do it. The fellow suspected me. 
Besides he is a terror, and I dare not." 

"Dare not! What would your life be worth 
if I told the authorities at home, what I know 
about you?" 

There was something said by the other man 
which Juarez could not hear, but he caught the 
word captain. 

"Dash it, man!" said the one addressed. "I 
believe you are right!" 

Then it was the steward who spoke, "I only 
know," he said, "that I got the chart out of the 
secret hiding place into which it was put. I can- 
not say if it is the orignal, the right chart." 

"Then it is the papers which that fellow you 
speak of has now that we must have. There is 
something wrong about the chart we have been 
working with. We were evidently on the wrong 
island entirely. Things did not figure out right." 

"It's about the original chart that I came to 
tell you to-day," responded the steward. "Jh~ri 
is at this moment alone in the little shack on 
Crescent Bay." 

"Well," said the captain, "why don't you 
get it?" 

"It cannot be gotten unless you kill the fellow." 


"Well," drawled the captain, "and why not? 
You have done — " 

"Don't ! Don't ! I had been drinking then," was 
the plaintive protest. 

"So you want to turn the pleasant task over 
to me, eh ? Well, I guess between the two of us 
we can manage one young cub, eh mate Marion ?" 

There was no reply, but doubtless the mate 
acquiesced by a motion of the head. 

"I warn you, Captain Beauchamp, that al- 
though he is young, Jim Darlington is a difficult 
one to handle," cautioned the steward. 

"Jim Darlington !" gasped the captain. It was 
his turn to be surprised. "I thought he was 

"On the contrary, he is very much alive, as are 
the other Frontier Boys." 

"Well, I'll be blessed," said the captain, the old 
innkeeper and the Senor's man told me all the 
party had gone up with the old hulk." 

Amid frequent expressions of astonishment the 
steward told the story, as he had learned it, of 
the affair at San Matteo Bay, ending with the 
rescue of the entire party. 

"Poor Reynolds," laughed Captain Beauchamp. 
"He must have had a jolly meeting with the 


Senor. I wrote to Reynolds that everybody had 
been blown sky high, and that the slate was 

The mate, whose voice was a low grumble, 
made some remark which Juarez could not hear. 

"Yes, about that Jim," the captain was saying. 
"What we want to do is to surpise him, take 
him unawares." 

Again the murmur of the mate's voice, but he 
spoke too low for his words to be heard. 

"It's near dusk," resumed the captain. "In 
half an hour it will be pitch dark. We'll jog 
along towards the bay and take some observa- 

The listener heard no more. 

Some bird flitted into a branch close beside 
Juarez and uttered a gentle chirp. He knew that 
he was alone. He knew, too, that a serious task 
was cut out for him. To descend the mountain by 
the route he had come and reach tfie shack or shel- 
ter at the landing place would necessitate his pass- 
ing the villainous pair he had overheard. This 
they would likely prevent. The feat was well 
nigh impossible. 

It seemed right good fortune that he had over- 
heard their plans, but how could he circumvent 


them? He had it. A sudden inspiration burned 
into his soul. He must descend by the precipitous 
route on the side toward the sea down which he 
and Jo had traveled the day before. They had 
made the descent for pleasure, then, helping each 
other, and in broad daylight. Could he do the 
trick alone and in the dark? 

He tried to scramble to his feet. The effort sent 
a paralyzing pain through his head and neck, and 
Me relaxed again with a stifled moan. After a 
moment he tried again, more slowly now, and in 
spite of the terrible pain, soon staggered to his 

He looked about. Directly above him was an 
overhanging boulder. It was upon its jagged 
edge he had struck when falling. Below was the 
stone turreted, bushy mountain side. Supporting 
himself with his hands he crept around the base 
of the boulder and soon got a broader outlook. 
His gun, as too great a handicap to carry on his 
trip, he discarded, carefully secreting it. 

A considerable interval must have elapsed since 
he received that paralyzing abrasure from the 
rock against which he had struck, for the sun was 
gone and a melancholy gloom was settling over 
the wild landscape. Assuredly he must be moving. 


Those unscrupulous cutthroats would stop at noth- 
ing. And was not Jim, his dearest and most 
admired friend, in danger? It was an agonizing 
thought that gripped his mind. 

He sprang forward with a spasmodic intake of 
the breath, and sped like a wild faun along the 
rugged hillside. He did not know that his face 
and head were caked with clotted blood. He even 
forgot the throbbing pain. He would climb down 
the cliffs by the difficult and undetermined route 
he had traversed the day before. 

Bursting through thickets and stumbling 
across darkening ravines he reached the point 
from which the perilous descent of the cliff side 
could be undertaken. Gloomy crags towered 
above him, and below, the almost unknown for- 
bidding way, crowded with tragic uncertainties. 

But not a moment could be spared. Without 
hesitation he plunged recklessly into the abyss and 
in a moment was hugging the cold rocks, clutch- 
ing at supporting twigs and undergrowths, slid- 
ing, slipping, almost falling down a frightful 

Once he lost his hold entirely and felt himself 
whirling through the darkness, but he writhed 
himself upright in his fall and brought up with a 


smash and a crash in the dense foliage of a quertel 
nut tree. He did not feel the torn skin on face 
and hands, nor know that a fresh torrent of blood 
burst from the abrasure on his head. He grouped 
blindly for the splintered rocks at the trees' base, 
felt their resisting force and lunged forward once 

Soon he found himself on a sloping bench or 
shelf whose surface was on a level with the tops 
of some trees below, and he remembered the spot. 
Here Jo and he had enjoyed a grand, view of the 
ocean, enveloped in mystery and obscurity. 
Owing to the absence of shrubbery it was lighter 
here, and out of pure necessity he was compelled 
to halt for breath. He leaned against the wall of 
rock for a moment before commencing the next 
stage of the journey. 

He remembered that his former passage had 
led him for a hundred feet or more before bring- 
ing him to another drop. Straining his eyes 
along the stretch of shelf he suddenly beheld an 
object emerge from the darkness and grow larger 
as it approached. Then appeared another and 
another till he had counted six, all in regular 
Indian file and moving in absolute silence. 

There was a moment of dreadful uncertainty. 


Clearly these were the natives of this or some 
nearby island, and the first that he or any of his 
party had seen. The only weapon that Juarez 
possessed was a hunting knife. He pressed him- 
self against the rock and held his hand to throttle 
the beating of his heart. They approached. Now 
he heard the soft shuffle of their feet. Closer, 
and the first was nearly abreast of him. Closer 
still, and the man glided by not three yards away, 
as — happy relief — did his followers: 

They passed, and still he moved not. The 
subdued twinkling of the falling gravel, the swish 
and rattle of the boughs and he was alone. Then 
his breath came back with a spurt, and he realized 
that he had been near to suffocation. It was not 
that he feared for himself. But that awful re- 
sponsibility, the warning of Jim. He must do 
nothing, attempt nothing, that would involve the 
possibility of delay. 

But there was no time for musing. The half 
of his dangerous descent was before him. He 
hurried forward again, almost running along the 
shelving bench although he knew that a perpen- 
dicular drop of many yards was but a few inches 
from his nimble feet. He knew where to make 
the next plunge downward for the shelf pinched 


out, and there was no other way of advancing. 

Down he went among insecure boulders, frag- 
ments of the upper cliff thrown off by some con- 
vulsion of nature, and again he had a dangerous 
fall. He struck upon his side and slid for a rod 
not unlike a log, bringing up with a serious injury 
against a boulder. Below were dwarf compa- 
metos trees, and beneath them he squirmed, the 
meager light shut out entirely by their dense foli- 
age. Soon a bed of prickly leaves and ferns told 
him that he was over the worst of the road. 

Still there was much treacherous footing ahead 
and he stumbled and tripped more than once. But 
now he was nearing the shack, and he must exer- 
cise all his caution taught by long experience with 
the Indians. Noiseless and as stealthy as a cat 
he squirmed through the tangled underbrush till 
he reached the sandy margin of Crescent Bay. 
Still keeping within the shadow of the forest 
growth, he advanced rapidly, fearing every mo- 
ment that some overt act would advise him that 
he had not been swift enough. 

Now he was within call of the shelter, and he 
gave a peculiar signal, a note of warning for Jim 
if he were awake. There was no response. None 
when the call was again repeated louder. Hor- 
rible thought! Was he too late? 



Selecting a convenient resting place, Jim had 
sat down, and for the second time, taking up his 
rifle, went over it carefully, testing the lock and 
cleaning and oiling the various parts. He gave 
the same attention to the other guns. When this 
was done, he went over the ammunition to see 
that it was all in order. 

Then, having no further task to engage his 
attention, a drowsy spell appealing, he lay down 
upon a moss covered bed of nature's fashioning, 
and was soon fast asleep. When he awoke he 
knew that a considerable interval had elapsed, 
and that the day was waning. 

He looked toward the ship, but all was quiet 

"It is time that Juarez was getting back," he 

thought. "I hope that he hasn't got into any 

trouble. And the boys, too, were coming ashore. 

But I suppose," he added whimsically, "they had 



to wait till Berwick was satisfied that Manuel 
wasn't anywhere around. I don't see any signs 
of their coming," again looking toward the yacht, 
"I think I will see if I can find Juarez." 

He had little difficulty in following Juarez's 
trail as he had gone straight forward in the direc- 
tion of the valley which skirted the peak or eleva- 
tion for which he had started. 

Although he was not apprehensive of an at- 
tack, Jim went forward cautiously, looking about 
him as he proceeded, with his gun ready for use 
in case of need. He had gone a little more than 
a quarter of the way to the cliff when the ground 
became rugged with large rocks and occasional 
deep crevices. 

He became impressed at this point with the 
fancy that someone was about. He stood motion- 
less, and himself hidden discovered that some- 
one was in fact approaching. The man was 
moving slowly and seemingly without special 
caution. In the shadow of the underbrush Jim 
did not at first recognize that it was the steward 
whose movements he was observing. Then he 
knew that it was that individual. 

Here was an opportunity perhaps to learn 
something of this suspected person, and intent on 



this object Jim stealthily followed in the other's 
footsteps. He was mystified by his actions, for 
the steward seemed to have no definite motive 
in view. He moved slowly about in an erratic 
course, first in one direction then another, with- 
out apparent reason. 

The precautions Jim would ordinarily have 
taken to keep a lookout about him were omitted, 
and of a sudden he was himself set upon by two 
muscular individuals who seemed to spring from 
space, and taken so entirely unawares, before he 
recognized his danger, his arms were pinioned. 
Notwithstanding his strenuous struggles he was 
quickly bound and a helpless captive. 

He had had no opportunity even to get a look 
at his captors before he was blindfolded. 

"We want yer company for a period," a soft 
well modulated voice, with a southern accent, was 
speaking. "Make no trouble, and I will know 
that you are a wise young man." 

"I do not know you. What do you want ?" 

"First and foremost the chart you have in your 
pocket. I will, since your hands are tied, with 
your kind permission, help myself to that now." 

Needless to say, the speaker sought out and 


took possession of the desired document, carefully 
bestowing it in his own pocket. 

"Now to introduce ourselves, for you doubtless 
observed that there are two of us. This is Mate 
Marion, and I am Captain Beauchamp, at your 

"By what right, captain, do you detain me, and 
take from me my possessions?" 

"Oh, all is fair in love or war, is it not so?" 

Ignoring the question and recognizing the 
probability that argument was useless, Jim con- 
tented himself with an inquiry : 

"What do you propose doing with me?" 

"I shall be most pleased to entertain you on 
board my ship." 

"For what purpose is my presence wanted 
there?" ' ■ 

"Just for the pleasure of' your company. I hear 
that you are a fine young fellow, and I may have 
a proposition to make to you that will be worthy 
of your consideration. Just now the thing to do 
is to get back to the Marjorie. I will make this 
offer now. If you will go along with us without 
causing any trouble, you shall, as a reward, not be 

"But I am blindfolded." 


"That is a condition easily remedied," saying 
which, the handkerchief was removed from the 
captive's eyes. 

Jim recognized the fact that he had been 
trapped, and was in the hands of a wily, adroit 
villain, but protest or a struggle for freedom 
would be unavailing under the existing circum- 
stances, and he believed that his wisest plan was 
to make the best of his fate pending better oppor- 
tunity to change the conditions of things. 

Guided by the captain and mate a long march 
was undertaken, and at a late hour, with slight 
knowledge of the locality, Jim was put into a 
rowboat and conveyed on board a ship riding at 
anchor in an open bay. 

He was soon to learn that he was a prisoner 
on board that vessel of questionable purpose, the 
Marjorie. So much information the captain him- 
self conveyed to him when releasing the bonds 
that had held secure his arms. He was placed 
in a small compartment known as the ship brig, 
and a securely locked door barred his egress. 



Toward dusk on Sunday evening, Tom, after 
a lazy day, having once more perused the paper 
bound love story which he invariably casried in 
his pocket, was reminded of his promise to join 
Jim and Juarez on shore. 

He called to Jo, and, while waiting for him, 
let down into the long boat at the ship's side some 
small casks, which were to be filled with fresh 

"When you get ashore, send the steward on 
board/' said the professor. "It's near supper 
time, and he should be here." 

"What did he go ashore for?" asked Tom. 

"He said that he wanted to look for some 
kind of leaves that he wished for flavoring." 

"H'm," drawled Tom. "Hope he hasn't gone 
to look for something to poison us with." 

"What makes you so prejudiced against the 
steward, Tom?" asked the professor. "There 


isn't anything against him, except that he is a 
Mexican, and — " 

"That's enough for one thing," asserted Tom. 
"I am pretty sure that he is the one that has 
caused all the trouble here." 

"But why?" persisted the professor. "He has 
been my steward off and on for many years, and 
he has always been faithful and honest." 

"Maybe he has," persisted Tom. "But still I 
don't trust him." 

"All right, Tom," replied the professor, laugh- 
ingly, "keep your eye on him, but still I think he 
is all right." 

"I say, Tom," broke in Jo, who had climbed 
down into the small boat, "if you are coming you 
had better make a start and hurry up Berwick. 
It will be night before we get away. Say, what 
did you do with the rowlocks?" 

"What would I do with them," retorted Tom. 
''Left them in their place, of course." 

"Well, they are not there now," grumbled Jo. 
"How do you think we are going to row with- 
out any rowlocks?" 

"What is that?" asked the professor. 

"Somebody has taken the rowlocks out of the 


boat," complained Tom, "and Jo seems to think 
I did it." 

"Perhaps some of the crew took them out when 
they were unloading it last," suggested the pro- 
fessor. But a hasty questioning of the men who 
had hoisted out the filled casks showed that they 
had not removed them. 

"It is certainly strange," admitted the pro- 
fessor. "Are they all gone?" 

"All of them," returned Jo, emphatically. 

"Well, you will have to get some out of the 
storeroom," said the captain, who had been at- 
tracted by the discussion. "I think it is likely 
someone has taken them out and forgotten 

"Now, then," cried Jo, when the other row- 
locks had been put in. "Where's Berwick? Give 
him a hail, will you?" 

At this instant Berwick came up the ladder 
from the engine room, excitedly swinging an 
iron bar. 

"Hallo," called Tom. "What have you got 

"What do you think of that !" demanded Ber- 
wick as he came toward the others. 

"What is it?" asked the professor. 


"ft is an iron bar that I found wedged in the 
engine," replied Berwick. "I thought I would 
take a look over the engine before I went ashore 
and I found this." 

"What was it doing there?" asked the pro- 

"Well, it wasn't doing anything," replied Ber- 
wick, grimly, "but if the engine had been started 
with that thing in it, it would have made a junk 
heap of the whole thing in about ten seconds." 

"How did it get there?" asked Tom. 

Berwick shrugged his shoulders. 

"You know as much about it as I do. Who- 
ever put it there meant mischief. If that infernal 
little hunchback isn't around — " 

"His first cousin is," supplemented Tom, "but 
he has gone ashore now and I don't believe he 
will be back." 

"Who are you talking about?" demanded 

"The steward." 

"I am not quite ready to concede that," said 
the professor, "but I think there is a traitor aboard 
somewhere, and there is mischief brewing. It 
seems to me that the best thing to do is to get 
Jim and Juarez on board again until we can clear 


this thing up. Get over, boys, into the boat. 1 
am going with you." 

Tom ran down the ladder into the boat, fol- 
lowed by the professor, and in a moment the boat 
was speeding for the shore as fast as Tom and 
Jo could pull it. 

"Where are your guns?" asked the professor, 
when they landed. 

"We left them with Jim," replied Jo. "He 
was to bring them ashore and clean them up. 

"Jim and Juarez were to be somewhere abouts 
but I don't see either of them," put in Tom. 

"They certainly are not here now," exclaimed 
the professor, anxiously. 

"They can't be far away," said Tom. "Wait 
until I give them a call. Ohe-ee ! Jim ! Juarez ! 
Oho-e-e!" he shouted. 

There was no response, however, to their re- 
peated calls. 

"It's strange," said the professor. "Look 
around and see if you can find their trails." 

"Here's the guns." cried Jo, a moment later, 
"hid away in these bushes." 

"That's queer," commented the professor, 
"they must have gone off somewhere, but why?" 

"Here's Juarez's trail," announced Tom. "I 


can see, too, that he went off first and that Jim 
went afterward." 

"Better take your guns along, boys," advised 
the professor. "There is no telling what we may 

Picking up their guns the boys started off on 
the trail with Tom in the lead. They had not 
gone very far on the way when Tom stopped and 
raised his hand. 

"There is something or someone coming," he 
whispered as the others came up with him. "Get 
behind or into the bushes until we see who it is, 
or what." 

Only a person with ears trained by experience 
in the woods would have detected the approach 
of someone as Tom had. There was an occa- 
sional snapping of a twig or rustling in the bushes 
as the coming object moved. There was an un- 
evenness about the movements that puzzled the 

With his rifle cocked and ready for instant use, 
Tom crouched behind the bush ready for quick 
action if necessary. Then as the figure of some- 
one came into view, moving slowly, and stealth- 
ily through the woods, he sprang forward. 


"Hallo, Juarez," he called. "Anything the 
matter? Where have you been?" 

• 'Where is Jim ?" asked Juarez. 

"Jim?" echoed Tom. "I don't know. Isn't 
he with you?" 

"Then those pirates have got him!" exclaimed 
Juarez. "I tried to get back to warn him, but 
I had a fail, and it took me longer than I 

"Come. Sit down and tell us about it," said 
the professor, fixing, meanwhile a place beneath 
a tree, "while I see what is the matter with you. 
Where are you hurt?" 

"It is my foot," explained Juarez. "I expect 
I strained it when I fell. I can hardly walk." 

"Hardly!" exclaimed the professor when he 
examined Juarez's foot. "It's a wonder you 
walked at all. You have a dislocation. And 
your head, too?" 

"Never mind that," cried Juarez. "Never 
mind anything. We want to get after the 

"All in good time, Juarez," replied the pro- 
fessor. "The first thing to do is to get you into 
shape again, for we shall need your help. Here, 
Tom, you get a hold of this leg. Hold it steady, 


now, ready." With a little click the bone slipped 
back into place when the professor gave a pull 
and a little twist to the foot, but although Juarez's 
face went white, he did not utter a sound. 

"Now," commanded the professor, "see if you 
can get some cold water, Jo, and Tom, you find 
something for a bandage. You'll find some sail 
cloth among the stuff we brought in the boat." 

Tom was off in a second to return presently 
with a strip of cloth as Jo came up with his cap 
full of water. Tearing the material into strips 
and dipping them into the water, the professor 
soon had both Juarez's head and foot bandaged 
in a way that gave him comparative relief. 

"Now," said the professor, "tell us about Jim." 

Whereupon Juarez told briefly of his journey 
that afternoon, and how, when trying to observe 
the approach of some strangers, he had fallen, 
and then he repeated the conversation he had 
overheard, and told how he had tried to get back 
to the shore in time to warn Jim of the impend- 
ing danger. All listened intently and Tom could 
not avoid an occasional interruption to express 
his opinion of the steward. 

"The villain !" cried Tom between his teeth, in 
a tone that boded ill for the man. 


"You were evidently right," the professor re- 
luctantly admitted, "the man is a traitor." 

"I hope we catch him," cried Jo. 

"Come on, now," says Tom, starting up. 

"Where are you going?" asked the professor. 

"To help Jim. If you will stay with Juarez, 
Jo and I will follow up his trail," responded 

This seemed feasible and wise and aided by 
some instructions given by Juarez they were in 
a measure able to make good progress. They 
soon came upon a place where there were evi- 
dences of a struggle, and here they carefully 
searched about and called loudly, but got no 

But one inference was possible, Jim had been 
overpowered by a superior force and made pris- 
oner; so they reluctantly returned to the pro- 
fessor with this report. 

"We can't do anything more to-night," deter- 
mined the professor. "It is too late. If there 
are enemies about under cover of darkness they 
have every advantage. I think our best plan 
would be to go back to the Storm King and make 
our plans for to-morrow. With a night's rest, 



Juarez will be in shape to help us, and we will 
have Berwick, too." 

"But they may kill Jim before morning," ob- 
jected Tom. 

"I don't think there is any danger of that," re- 
plied the professor. "They would not have both- 
ered to take him prisoner if any harm were in- 
tended. If we went on now, even if we knew 
what direction to take, we would only be work- 
ing in the dark, literally and figuratively. We 
will have to reconnoitre a little first and plan 

"I don't know but whatj you are right," admit- 
ted Tom, very reluctantly, "but it doesn't seem 
the right thing to do to leave Jim that way." 

"Festina lenta, Tom," rejoined the professor. 
"You remember the old proverb, 'Make haste 
slowly.' We'll do more by not trying to do things 
too quickly. W T e will go back and get ready for 

"What do you know about this Captain Beau- 
champ, who is evidently the commander of the 
Marjorie?" Jo inquired. 

"He is a buccaneer, a pirate and a slave to do 
the bidding of anyone who will pay for his serv- 
ice. Still he has the reputation for dealing fairly 


and is far more likely to hold Jim as hostage for 
ransom or other advantage than to do him bodily 

"Have you ever had dealings with the captain ?" 

"No. I have never seen him. Know of him 
only by hearsay. He is rather well educated, and, 
I hear, sometimes speaks with a southern drawl, 
but he even varies that to suit himself." 

"I shall be better satisfied when I know Jim is 
safe," concluded Jo. 

"Indeed we all shall," said the professor, and 
addressing Juarez, "What do you make out about 
the natives, whom you observed as you were 
coming down the cliff side?" 

"I knew that they were natives by their dress, 
or lack of it," said Juarez. "They had but very 
little clothing on, and I believe that two of the 
party were ill, for the other four at times assisted 
their comrades." 

"Likely you were right," asserted the professor. 
"Probably it was a pilgrimage to the sulphur 

With occasional help and the aid of a stick 

which Jo cut to a proper length and fashioned in 

the form of a crutch, Juarez was able to get back 


to the boat with comparative ease, and they were 
soon rowing toward the yacht. 

Arriving on board they found that the steward 
had not yet returned. 

"A good thing for him," asserted Tom. An 
opinion which no one could gainsay. 

"Now, boys," advised the professor when a 
late supper had been eaten and a short consulta- 
tion had been held, "you had better get off to 
your bunks. Even if you don't feel inclined to 
sleep, you will get some needed rest, and that- is 
important, as we are likely to have a hard day's 
work ahead of us for to-morrow." 



Before dawn of the next morning the party 
were all on deck ready for a start as soon as it 
was light enough to see their way through the 
woods. Hardly had they assembled, however, 
when there came one of those sudden terrific 
storms which are so frequent in the southern seas. 
The downpour lasted about a half hour to the 
regret of Jo and Tom, who had hoped to read- 
ily strike and follow the trail of Jim and his cap- 
tors. Some other plan would now be necessary. 

"I think," said the professor, who, in the ab- 
sence of Jim, had tacitly assumed the leadership, 
that we had better go prepared for an overnight 

"Why do you think it will take us so long?" 
questioned Jo. 

"That is something we cannot tell, responded 
the professor. "We don't know what we may 
have to contend with. We have a powerful and 


wily enemy in Captain Beauchamp, and we will 
have to accomplish our ends by strategy rather 
than by force." 

"Have you 'got any plan, professor?" asked 

"Only in a general way," replied the professor. 
"We shall have to act as seems best as things 
turn up." 

"What is the first thing to be done?" asked 

"I propose," answered the professor, "that we 
go to the place where you saw the column of 

"What do you expect to find there that we did 

"Nothing, perhaps, but I think that that is the 
highest point on the island," explained the pro- 
fessor, "and from there we ought to be able to 
get a fair idea of the size and sha'pe of the place 
and the character of the country." 

"And from that we can plan our campaign," 
said Berwick. 

"Exactly. Now, then," he went on a moment 
later, "if you are all ready we will get away. Be 
careful, boys, for it is more than likely that our 
movements are watched." 


The first faint light of the coming day was be- 
ginning to show, and the stars were fading before 
the coming dawn. Away off to the right of the 
yacht as she swung at her anchor on the incoming 
tide the shore loomed heavy and black, a thick 
blot in the inky darkness. There was almost an 
unnatural stillness over the harbor, the only 
sound to break the quiet being the soft lap, lap, 
of the ever restless waves beating against the side 
of the vessel. 

Their voices sounded so unnaturally loud when 
they spoke to one another that they all uncon- 
sciously dropped their tone to a whisper. 

Despite his protests that he was in fit condi- 
tion to accompany the others, it was decided that 
Juarez should remain on the yacht. 

"You are really not able to travel," insisted 

"And you will be in shape to-morrow when we 
will need you more," added Jo in an effort at 

"Beside," explained the professor, "you may 
possibly be of more service here than if you went 
along. The captain might need your aid, for we 
cannot tell what may happen, and you are the 


only one beside Mr. Berwick who knows any- 
thing about the engine." 

"If you really think so," reluctantly acquiesced 

"Most' decidedly," affirmed the professor. "I 
would advise that you get up enough steam in the 
boiler to sound the whistle if necessary. I don't 
know that there will be any occasion for it, but 
if, for any reason, you should want to call us, 
you can give three blasts upon the whistle, and 
we will act accordingly." 

During this time the boys had been silently 
taking their positions in the small boat; Tom, by 
direction of the professor, in the bow, while To 
and Berwick took the oars. 

"You need to keep a sharp lookout ahead," 
advised the professor when they started. "We 
are liable to run into almost anything, and we 
don't want to be caught unawares." 

"All right," responded Tom. "I've got my 
eyes and ears wide open." 

As silently as a spectral boat, the little craft 
slipped through the darkness, the rowers dipping 
their oars almost without a creak or jar. Never- 
theless they advanced rapidly toward the shore 


that loomed up grim and forbidden like a wall 
of impenetrable darkness. 

It was but a few minutes before the boat was 
run up on the beach at the foot of the cliffs and 
the party disembarked. The boat was then car- 
ried a sufficient distance on to the shore and hid- 
den in the heavy underbrush. 

"Now, boys," began the professor when they 
had completed their preparations, "you are our 
scouts and we have to depend upon you to thwart 
our enemies, if they are about. Tom, you had 
better take the lead, and Jo will cover the rear. 
Instead of the long way around that you took 
when you last sought the smoke signal, I think 
we will adopt the direct and more rugged climb, 
as less liable to ambush. When you are ready, go 

Without making any reply, Tom, with his rifle 
in his hand ready for immediate use, slipped away 
among the bushes. Berwick followed, then the 
professor and Jo last. It was light enough at this 
{ime for Tom to make his way among the rocks, 
which at this point were piled up in great masses, 
covering the ground just as they had fallen from 
the cliffs above. 

There was a semblance of a path or way 


through the rocky defile which led with many 
turns and twists along the course of what, in the 
wet season was apparently the bed of a stream, 
but although this roadway was less difficult to 
negotiate, Tom ignored it and kept to the more 
rugged way, skirting the bed of the water course. 

Pushing on energetically, Tom opened up a gap 
between himself and the others for whom the 
professor set the pace, a less rapid one. Glancing 
ahead they saw that Tom had halted and was 
signaling for a cautious advance. 

A little farther on the hum of voices broke upon 
their ears. They were approaching the sulphur 
spring, and from that direction the sound ema- 
nated. There was a babble of tongues, jabbering 
in some unfamiliar language. 

"A party of natives at the spring," concluded 
the professor. 

A cautious approach brought the islanders un- 
der observation, though the professor and his 
party were hidden from the others. There may 
have been a dozen of the tribe men grouped about 
the spring. The one, most impressive appearing 
of the lot, had evidently but just completed a bath 
and just resumed his scanty garments which he 
was then adjusting. This person was not as dark 


of skin as those about him, and from the servilent 
actions of the others it could readily be assumed 
that he was their king or chief. None of the party 
were armed. 

The professor viewed the scene for a brief in- 
terval, then, without hesitation stepped from be- 
hind the barrier of leaves. Instantly the island- 
ers were alert and calls and exclamations rilled 
the air. All were, however, silenced by the chief, 
who turned now for the first time and faced the 
visitors. To the latter's great astonishment the 
chief immediately sprang forward, advancing to- 
ward the professor. Jo and Tom quickly raised 
their rifles, but as quickly lowered them again, 
when they saw that the approach was without 

The onlookers' astonishment was greater still 
when they heard the chief in the best of English 
say, "My dear friend, what are you doing here?" 

"Rather, may I say," was the prompt reply, 
"what are you doing here, my dear Jranvin? 
What in all reason brought you to this end of 
the world?" 

Thus saluted, and with further manifestations 
of regard, esteem and affection the two men 
grasped hands, and with the other hand upon 


each other's shoulders, stood thus for a full 

It was the professor who first bethought him- 
self of the' surroundings, and with a recognition 
that they were not alone upon the scene, he cried : 

"Here, boys, and Berwick. Here is my old 
and well regarded friend. Let me make you ac- 
quainted, Jranvin, with Jo Darlington and his 
brother Tom and Mr. Berwick." 

Greetings were exchanged, the islanders indif- 
ferently looking on, and the professor undertook 
to hastily satisfy the curiosity of his friends. 
There was little he could say, however, and ex- 
planations had to come naturally from the chief, 
for such he announced himself to be. 

"It's not a long story," he said, "my being 
here, and very briefly, in a nutshell, it is this " 

"Why," broke in the professor, "when I last 
saw you in London, you were ill, had been ill for a 
long time, and in truth I may say, I never thought 
to see you again on this earth." 

"That's the starting point," said Mr. Jranvin. 
"I was condemned, given up to die, by slow and 
harrowing processes, but chance, if there ever be 
such a thing in this world, started me on a voy- 


age to Japan. That's some years ago. To Japan 
I never got." 

''Shipwrecked?" questioned the professor. 

"You hit it. Shipwrecked, and right upon this 
island. And over here on our island of Rarihue 
we have lived ever since. My health is restored 
and my life is lived among my friends here, who 
made me their chief," and he waved his hand to 
the party of islanders grouped about. "My 
friends they are, and as true as steel." 

"Then do you never intend to go back to your 
home and country?" ventured Jo. 

"Home I have none, nor country. This is my 
world and none other am I likely to seek." 

"You do not live then on this island?" 

"No, but now and then I send here or come 
for a supply of the waters of this wonderful min- 
eral spring. It possesses health-giving properties 
that would be recognizable by any expert. Here 
is a chance for you, my dear friend, to make a 
fortune," he said, laughing. "By the way, you 
have not told me yet what brought you to this 
far off quarter. Going to settle down and live a 
life that's worth while?" 

"We are looking for a fortune, and a mineral 
one, but not a mineral spring." 


Mr. Jranvin, or the chief, as they soon learned 
to call him, glanced quickly at the party and for 
a moment studied each face. 

"All willing to jeopardize your lives for gold, 
and when gotten what do you do with it?" 

"Why, live in comfort," laughed the professor, 
"as you do." 

"Yes, as I do without it," returned the other, 

"Perhaps, though, you can help us in our 
search, since having no need, we cannot be rob- 
bing you." 

"You will find no treasure on this island," was 
the firm response. And then he again looked in- 
tently into each of the three faces before him, 
ignoring only that of the professor. 

"You have looked for the treasure yourself," 
questioned the professor, "and there was none 

"There was," replied the chief. "But it is 

"The fortunes of war," said the professor 
lightly. "Really, though, while we have been 
talking we may have been devoting to you time 
we owe to one of our party, for our expedition 


this morning is one of search of a missing mem- 
ber of our company." 

The chief was then told of Jim's probable cap- 
ture by the captain of the Marjorie. 

"Beauchamp, eh? So he is around again. 
Well, we on Rarihue concern ourselves but little 
with the outside world. Rarihue has no harbor 
and only small boats can effect a landing. Ex- 
cepting for Bohoola the island we are on, and 
one other uninhabited island, there is no other 
land within two hundred miles. We are not a 
fighting people, and have no real need to be. I've 
taught them to fight only for their homes. But if 
I can help you in any way, be assured of my will- 

The professor told of his own ship, and the har- 
bor where it was anchored. The "North" har- 
bor, the chief recognized it to be. Could informa- 
tion be given as to the probable anchorage of the 
Marjorie ? 

"Surely. In the South harbor, which is less 
than a half dozen miles away, on the other/side 
of the island. Wait a moment," added the chief. 
"I will speak with my men." This he did, and 
promptly reported. "Yes, there is a ship at an- 


chor there. It is quite certainly your objective 

Censuring himself for the long delay, the pro- 
fessor now gave the order to press on. The two 
old time friends, thus oddly thrown together, 
grasped hands and made promises to meet once 
more before the great oceans should separate them 

"Tell Beauchamp," the chief cried after them, 
"if you see him, that he too is too late. The treas- 
ure is gone." 



Jim had a restless night. He was sadly dis- 
appointed with himself, that he should have so 
carelessly allowed his enemies to triumph over 
him. He could not imagine for what purpose he 
was now detained, and he was very determined 
upon seeking an early opportunity to escape. 

In the circumscribed quarters of the brig in 
which he was confined, he could move about but 
little. There was a small port-hole, but far too 
small for any possibility for escape through the 

The night was hot and little air astir. He 
gazed purposelessly through the porthole, dozing 
anon till far after the middle of the night, he was 
aroused to active interest by seeing the lights of 
another ship. From his viewpoint, the harbor's 
opening toward the sea was visible. 

There was commotion now over his head, the 
running about of sailors, calling the captain to 


the deck. The mate and others of the crew all 
assembled on the deck above, and very near Jim's 

The first exultant thought in Jim's mind was 
that the professor with the Storm King had come 
to his rescue. The more logical reasoning deter- 
mined that it would have been quite impossible to 
have accomplished any such result in so short a 
time. Furthermore such a move would have been 
foolhardy and impractical. No, there must be 
some other explanation to be sought. 

The mysterious arrival was puzzling Captain 
Beauchamp and his company, who, indeed, took 
the new arrival to be the Storm King. This Jim 
readily determined by the talk of those leaning 
against the deck rail. 

"Are you sure that no lights are showing be- 
low ?" It was Beauchamp's soft voice. 

"There are no lights lit on board, sir. Your or- 
ders were that none should show in this harbor." 

"Then they can't locate us in the dark. Before 
dawn have all the guns looked over and every- 
thing made in readiness for an attack." 

"Is that young fellow worth lighting for?" 
asked the mate. 

"I thought to keep him while we looked for the 


cave, and his party don't know that we have got 

"But they will soon find out. Any one of those 
Frontier Boys can follow even a rabbit trail." 

"So? I never thought of that. Well, we will 
make a dicker with them. If they find the treas- 
ure, and divide fairly, we will . Say, it's be- 
ginning to rain. Let's get under cover. When 
it rains here it's a deluge." 

Jim had listened interestedly to the conversa- 
tion, and was cognizant now of the heavy down- 

"It will make the atmosphere a little cooler," 
he mused, "but it will also wash out the trial." 

With the first geam of light, the storm having 
ceased, the deck, was again peopled with interested 
spectators, and Jim, listening, was treated to a 
surprise that, figuratively speaking, nearly took 
his breath away. 

"Say, it looks like — what do you make it out 
to be, Marion ?" 

"It looks like— it is, the Sea Eagle." 

"The Sea Eagle," gasped Jim, in a barely sup- 
pressed voice. "Say, but what queer things do 
he ppen," and once more a breath of exultant joy 
possessed him. Then the misery of his situation 


reasserted itself. Here was his own ship near at 
hand, and he a helpless prisoner, and he fairly 
raged and struck the cabin door with impotent 

Later on, as the light increased, he was able to 
see his beloved ship clearly outlined against the 
sky, and, closely observant of all that transpired, 
he saw Broome himself, giving directions from 
the bridge. 

Signals were evidently exchanged between the 
two ships, for later, Broome was seen to enter a 
small boat which was rowed toward the Marjorie. 

Jim had nothing to do for a while. He sur- 
veyed the surface of the bay for signs of break- 
ing fish, or the splash of a vagrant water bird, 
dreaming of the possibilities builded on the hope 
of repossessing himself of the Sea Eagle. 

Then again came the sound of voices on deck. 
The two captains were in conference. 

"A big storm," Jim heard Captain Broome 
say. "We weathered it well, but the Swedish 
bark which we had sighted had been for some 
time in distress, could not stand the strain and 
had to be abandoned." 

"Then you have all the crew of the lost ship t 


"What could we do but lend a hand?" said Cap- 
tain Broome in an apologetic tone, as if deplor- 
ing the necessity for an ordinary humanitarian 

"How large a crew, and who is their com- 

"A dozen of the beggars and blessed with ap- 
petities that are insatiable. Captain ter Tofte 
Luhrensen was in command. He was also the 
owner of the lost vessel." 

"And what do you propose to do with them ?" 

"Why do you ask?" was Broome's diplomatic 

"I just thought you might have in mind the 
leaving of the crowd on this island." 

"Well, I might, if you wish me to." 

"And I just don't wish it. I have got trouble 
enough with the professor's crew." 

"So Featheringstone is here? Has he located 
the treasure?" 

"Not yet. Well, there's lots of things to talk 
over, my dear Broome. Let's have a spread, a 
feast. Get your sister and her husband, and we 
will discuss the situation over a bowl of punch." 

"I'm with you, and send your crew over to the 
Sea Eagle. Let them have a jollification." 


Jim could but faintly hear their voices now, for 
the speakers had moved aft. He had noticed one 
point in particular. Beauchamp had never re- 
ferred to the fact that a prisoner was confined on 
the deck beneath him. 

Now, to Jim's mind came the insistent need to 
escape, and very carefully he examined every sur- 
face, angle and crevice of his prison. All this 
was unavailing, however. Surely it was a hard 
fate that he must sit there so helplessly. His 
only dependency evidently was upon help to come 
from the outside. One thing he determined to do, 
however. When the door of his cabin was opened 
for any purpose he would make a break for lib- 
erty, and fight his way, if need be, single-handed. 

But if breakfast was to be brought to him to 
afford this needed opportunity, it was long de- 
ferred. Three hours, he estimated, had passed 
thus. During this time he had seen Red Annie 
and her husband rowed to the Marjorie. The 
Swedes in a long boat were busily occupied in 
bringing fresh water in casks from the shore to 
the Sea Eagle, and on board the latter the jolli- 
fication was decidedly in progress as he could 
both see and hear. 

On board the Marjorie, all was quiet. He could 


occasionally hear the murmur of voices, but 
nothing more. Looking just now toward the 
Sea Eagle he saw that the combined crews of the 
two ships were manning the long boat. 

There was scarcely a man among them now 
who could be regarded as moderately sober. The 
majority were immoderately intoxicated. They 
were singing ribald songs and the recitative, be- 
tween the melodies was composed of oaths such 
as Jim had never heard. The men in the long 
boat did not succeed in getting clear of the Sea 
Eagle without some violent altercations, first with 
the Swedes and then among themselves. The jo- 
vial songs were quickly abandoned in favor of 
yells and shouts and threats, oars were freely and 
indiscriminately used, and there seemed to be a 
breaking of heads all around. 

'There seems to be a regular melee/' thought 
Jim, as he stood by the porthole, observing the 
lively scene. He watched the men leap from 
thwart to thwart of the boat and make for one 
another like bulldogs. Tie thought he knew ex- 
actly how the fight would end, and it did end 
precisely as he anticipated. 

More than a dozen men cannot carry on a naval 
engagement of that sort for a long time without 


an accident of some kind, and no one had reason 
to be surprised when an unsteady man, balancing 
himself on an unsteady gunwhale, to strike at a 
particular "friend" with a heavy oar, failed in his 
aim, and went headlong into the water; nor was 
it in any way unnatural or contrary to the laws of 
gravitation that the bow of the boat on being re- 
leased of his weight, should jump up, thereby 
interfering with the man who was balancing him- 
self astern and sending him overboard with equal 

Just at that moment, Jim was startled by a 
voice close beside him, for he had had no intim?- 
tion that anyone was about. Turning quickly, he 
discovered that a small panel in his door had been 
slid aside and a plate of food was pushed through 
and into his extended hands. 

Needless to say, the food was welcome, but 
the method of serving dashed away the hope and 
pten of escape he had had, and so ardently count- 
ed upon. But the voice! That he recognized 
as familiar, although he did not at once remem- 
ber to whom it belonged. Suddenly he knew. It 
was the steward, Pedro, come probably to mock 
him in his captivity. He never had liked the man. 
His unvarying servilitude, and now the full 


knowledge of his treachery to his employer thor- 
oughly awakened all his ire. 

"I have brought you this food." 

Jim could not refrain from hissing from be- 
tween his clenched teeth, "You traitor!" 



An arduous tramp of a half hour brought the 
professor and his party to the base of the steep 
incline that led to their objective point. Here 
they halted a moment for a rest and looked about 
them. The side of the cliff, which was two or 
three hundred feet in height, was heavily wooded 
and ran upward at an acute angle, but with sev- 
eral ledges that stretched across the face so that 
an assent was possible, but only at the expense 
of a considerable journey. Steady effort, going 
from one ledge to another, climbing through crev- 
ices and around projecting barriers finally 
brought them to the summit. Here, on a small 
open space, they found the remains of the fire 
which had been the source of the column of 
smoke, the embers, notwithstanding the wetting 
they had had, still giving out a little vapor. 

"Well, boys, we can go no higher except by 
the aid of the branches of the trees." 


"I was considering which tree to climb/' re- 
sponded Tom. "That one on the point is the 
highest, but the one nearer us we climbed before 
and is the easiest to get up." 

"Let it be the highest," determined the pro- 

It was not an easy task they had undertaken, as 
the trees were several feet in diameter, without a 
branch for eighteen or twenty feet from the base; 
but the boys, with the aid of Berwick and the 
professor, by dint of clinging like flies to each 
little projection in the trunk, managed to get a 
hold on the lower branches and pull themselves up 
into the trees; then by degrees to the highest 
point that could safely be reached. 

"Phew," said Tom, who was the first to get 
to a place where he could look off over the sur- 
rounding country, "what do you think of that?" 

"What is it?" panted Jo. 

"Look there!" answered Tom. "Looks as 
though we had our work cut out for us." 

"It does look interesting," coincided Jo, who 
had gotten up to where he could see about. 

Away off to the south, a distance of about five 
miles in a small harbor lay two ships, one of 
which, even at that distance, the boys had no dif- 


ficulty in recognizing as the Marjory. They were 
riding quietly at Anchor, but there were small 
boats passing to and fro between the two vessels 
and the shore. 

They also noted that the mountains extended 
to the south, with another range a little farther 
away, beyond which the ground sloped away again 
down to a nearly level plain, which ran away to 
the water's edge. The mountains were heavily 
wooded, and the plains or more level surfaces, as 
well. To the east the mountains appeared to ex- 
tend in an unbroken range to the shore. 

"Well," said the professor, when they had 
climbed down. "What did you find out?" 

"The Marjorie is off there," replied Tom. 

"And another, vessel, too," added Jo. 

"Humph!" ejaculated the professor, ''this 
doesn't seem to be any place for us !" 

"But what about Jim ?" asked Tom. 

"Oh, that's another matter," said the profes- 
sor, in a whimsical way he had when confronted 
by a serious problem. "One thing at a time, you 

"How do you think they know we were here ! 
asked Berwick. 


"I have it!" cried Tom, excitedly, "The 
smoke !" 

"What about it?" said Jo. 

"Why, don't you see," responded Tom. "It 
was a signal." 

"Well, suppose it was, what has that got to 
do with them?" 

"Everything," replied Tom. "That was a sign 
that the Storm King was here." 

"But who did it?" persisted Jo. 

"That villain of a steward," asserted Tom. 
"You know that someone on board was signalling 
to the Marjorie, and just as soon as we got in 
here he made some pretense to get ashore." 

"Tom is right," agreed Berwick. 

"I knew it was him," lamented Tom, "and to 
think we let him get away." 

"I am afraid that that was because of my over- 
confidence," admitted the professor, "but I was 
deceived in him. He had been to the South Seas 
with me, you know." 

"Well, it can't be helped now," declared Jo, 
philosophically. "The question is, what is the 
next thing to do?" 

"Let us make a reconnoitre down by the harbor, 
and see what we can find out," suggested Ber- 


wick. "Perhaps we might get an opportunity to 
capture a prisoner or two that we could hold as 
a hostage for Jim." 

"That's a good scheme," agreed the professor. 

"I hope we can get a hold on that villain of a 
steward," cried Tom, vindictively. 

"Or that imp, Manuel," added Jo. 

"Don't speak of him," remonstrated Berwick. 
"It is like a premonition of evil whenever I hear 
his name." 

"Come on," said Tom, picking up his rifle. 
"The sooner we get there, the better." 

As they journeyed toward the harbor, the pro- 
fessor related to the others the facts concerning 
his acquaintance with Mr. Jranvin, now the chief 
of Rarihue. He spoke of his fine character, and 
recalled his long struggle with adversity because 
of inherited pulmonary trouble. 

"And do you really believe that he knows about 
the treasure and that it is gone?" asked Tom. 

"I believe that he speaks of what he knows, but 
I think it not unlikely that he could tell, if he 
would, where it is gone." 

"Then is our venture a failure?" 

"Who can tell ? Anyway we shall not give tip 
the search." 


As there seemed reasonable assurance that they 
were alone in the forest, they advanced rapidly 
and exercised no special caution till they were 
nearing the harbor. Approaching the fringe of 
wood near the water's edge, they carefully made 
their way to a point where an unobstructed view 
was had of the bay. Tom was the first to announce 
to the others the identity of the other vessel they 
had seen from the tree top. 

"By all that is wonderful ! If there isn't the 
Sea Eagle just moving out of the harbor I" 

'The Sea Eagle? Well, this is hard," said 
Jo. "Just to arrive in time to see her sailing away." 

"And what a row they are having on board 
the Marjorie; looks like a regular mutiny," cried 

The panorama on the bay, which was being en- 
acted before them, was one of startling interest. 
What had happened to have brought the now dis- 
appearing Sea Eagle to the harbor they could not 
determine, but disorder and confusion was ap- 
parent on the Marjory's decks. 

"Captain Beauchamp is not to be seen," said the 
professor. "There seems to be merely a lot of 
sailors, and it looks as if two factions were con- 
tending for the mastery/' 


"Jim is not there," said Jo, sadly. "I wonder 
what has become of him ?" 

"Probably he is still a prisoner, and we — hush ! 
There is somebody moving through the woods!" 

Some one was approaching, but in a slow and 
hesitating manner, yet making no effort at con- 

"It is the steward," whispered Jo, after a mo- 
ment. "Be ready, Tom, we will get him for 

Absolutely motionless they all were until the 
steward had come to within a dozen feet of where 
they lay hidden, then, as he turned to move in 
another direction, Jo and Tom, at a signal from 
the former, sprang to their feet and with one 
bound were upon their intended prisoner. They 
bore him to the earth and held him secure, while 
Berwick quickly bound his hands behind his back. 

Greatly to the surprise of all, the steward of- 
fered no resistance and made no effort whatever 
to escape. He hung his head on seeing whom his 
captors were and looked like a man suffering ab- 

"Quick, you villain," cried Jo, grasping his 
arm. "Where is my brother?" 


Without hesitation came the answer, "He is 
quite safe. He has escaped." 

"How can we know?" 

The steward looked only at the professor and 
for answer said, "May I speak with you alone for 
a moment ?" 

"Certainly not. Say openly what you have to 
say," was the answer. 

"I think," interposed Berwick, "I would grant 
his request. "It can do no harm." 

The boys and Berwick separated, each taking a 
few steps in different directions so as to prevent 
any possible attempt at escape. 

The two thus left alone, although under close 
observation, conversed earnestly for a few mo- 
ments, and then the professor called the others to- 

"It is a deplorable matter," said the professor. 
"This man is deserving of condemnation and of 
punishment. He has been a traitor to our cause, 
but he admits fully his crime and wants to atone 
in any way he can. Jim, he says, was confined on 
board the Marjorie, but he himself helped him to 
escape and he believes that Jim is now safe and 
sound, probably by this time on board the Storm 


"How can we be sure of that?" Jo asked. 

"We have only this man's word, and in a sense 
his word is valueless, but he can go with us and 
we can deal with him accordingly, if he tells not 
the truth." 

"What's happening on the Marjorie?" asked 

The steward did not know. He told of liber- 
ating Jim, who had gotten into the Sea Eagle's 
dory, and had ordered the two Swedes who 
manned the oars, and who of course did not know 
him, to row him ashore. The steward, filled with 
remorse for his treachery to the professor, had 
later swam to the land and, uncertain what to do, 
now really welcomed his capture. 

"We will leave your fate to later consideration," 
said the professor, "and if Jim is not found on 
board, it will go hard with you." 

The other made no protest to this decision and 
promptly they undertook the return journey to 
their ship. 

Every precaution was taken to prevent the es- 
cape of the steward, but he made no effort in that 
direction. He walked with bowed head, misery 
in his face and manner. 

Fully two thirds of their return journey had 


been accomplished when they were startled by the 
sound of three long blasts from the Storm King 
whistle. What new danger might protend? 

Onward now they pressed with the utmost 
speed, and arriving at the water's edge they saw 
the welcome sight of the Storm King riding safely 
at anchor, and recognized two familiar figures on 
the bridge. Jim was one, safe and sound to all 
appearances, and the other Jranvin, the Rarihue 

Another sight greeted their eyes. It was two 
long, rakish crafts, manned by many dusky 
islanders which lay peacefully enough along side 
the big ship. 

In a brief interval all were on board and explan- 
ations were in order. Jim was uproariously wel- 
comed and quickly told his story, which brought 
astonishment to the ears of his listeners. Briefly 
this was his tale : The steward had unlocked his 
door and paved the way for his escape, but Jim 
had not rowed ashore. He had observed the con- 
tending factions of the two ships, who having 
rescued from the water those who had fallen over- 
board from the long boat, for the nonce fra- 
ternized and were bent on a visit to the Marjorie 
for further orgies and liberations. 


Noting the absence of Broome's men from the 
decks of the Sea Eagle, Jim had quickly changed 
his plan. He had ordered his two oarsmen to row 
him to that vessel. On the deck he had found only 
the Swedes and their commander, Captain Luh- 
rensen. Boarding the ship, Jim had said : "I am 
the owner of this boat." 

It was an astonishing declaration, but Jim drew 
from his pocket papers which bore out his asser- 
tion, and he soon won to his standard the ship- 
wrecked commander, and with him, of course, 
went his crew. At once the ship had been gotten 
under way. Broome and his crew were all en 
board the Marjorie. It was evident that Beau- 
champ and Broome and other officers were secure- 
ly imprisoned in the Marjorie cabin while the 
sailors were discussing with more or less forceful 
animation their next move. 

Jim, with the decks of his beloved Sea Eagle 
once more beneath his feet, had made all speed 
under sail and steam to the entrance of the har- 
bor where lay the Storm King, and had come 
aboard to report his safety and the successful out- 
come of his venture. 

One startling tale had scarcely been assimulated 
when another was offered for their consederation. 


The chief of Rarihue stepped forward and em- 
bracing the professor, said : "You remember this 
morning I told you that the treasure for which 
you sought had gone? It is gone from the cave 
in which you hoped to find it. But I will tell you 
now, I am the present possessor." 

"Then I congratulate you most heartily," re- 
sponded the professor. "May you live long and 
enjoy it." 

The chief shook his head, smiling the while. 
"I may find use for a little of this wealth," he 
said, "and I am going to ask you, my dear friend, 
to take it back with you." 

"I will most gladly do your bidding." 

"And fairly rewarded you shall be. I can trust 
you and I like the looks of your associates." Say- 
ing this, he walked to the gunwale and called in 
their native tongue to the occupants in the boats. 

Upon his order, many bags of woven grass, 
their contents of considerable weight, were hoisted 

"Ten per cent of what this realizes, and I think 
there is value to a quarter of a million, I want de- 
posited to my credit in the Bank of England. I 
may never call for it, but all the remainder is 



"Hurrah for the chief of Rarihue !" cried Tom, 
and a right ringing cheer was given. 

"And now," said Jim, "we must not tarry 
here. Professor, you have won out and do not 
need me any longer. I have my Sea Eagle and 
her papers indent her to Cuba. With Captain 
ter Tofte Luhrensen as sailing master, tp Cuba 
she shall go." 

To Cuba the Sea Eagle did go, as those inter- 
ested in the fortunes of the Frontier Boys may 
learn in a volume to follow, "The Frontier Boys 
in Cuba." 

"You are released, albeit with reluctance," 
slowly answered the professor, "and my thanks 
for your valued aid. Your share of our success 
will be deposited in the Bank of America, New 
York, against your homecoming." 

"And whom can you spare to go with me, and 
who wants to go to fight for freddom's cause?" 

Jo and Juarez were quickly by his side and 
with less alacrity, Tom joined them. All looked 
at Berwick. 

"Mine for a quiet life," said that worthy, laugh- 
ing. "I shall stay by the professor." 

A word more as to the steward. After careful 
consideration and a talk with Mr. Jranvin, he was 


left with the islanders. He deserved punishment, 
but his belated renunciation of his evil ways and 
his helpfulness to Jim were taken into account. 

As Jim had said, there was no time to be wasted, 
and within an hour adieux had been said, and the 
two ships were steaming in absolutely diverse di- 
rections, the one to San Francisco and the other to 





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